Spring is in the Air

So many casanovas
of so many kinds
and styles
everywhere
their smooth words
tumbling out
of seemingly giving
generous mouths
they get me
every time

And I see you
all
anew

Not clutching for our beauty
and secret treasure
but yearning to see us shine
content to bask in our rays

Your glint and gentle flash
not devilish to steal and burn
but a spark
setting me aglow
and I beam
as I catch
your pure offering