He was the first of the many seasons, Summer.

A personal dose of the fury.
The perfect mixture of light and darkness within his eyes.
Resistance meant my ruin, maybe I wanted it that way.
Secret summer nights and blinding hours of light.
Summer, a dangerous season for infatuation yet fitting.
With a lopsided smile, he stole moments of my youth.
My breath,
My reasoning,
and my very being.
A sacrifice for a paradise of your creation.

Like the first lick of icyness during a temperamental day, the taste was enough to take a bite into the fruit of passion.
The realm of innocence was sent ablaze.
I was sent ablaze.

I fell into the deep end.
The vivid blue pool of you seemed safe, an Oasis.
Too good to be true in its beauty alone.
Your gentle, firm grip kept me under.
I held my breath until the burn for breath overcame the need for you.
Emerging from the ocean of feelings, you were gone.

The end of summer.
The end of this undefined entanglement.

Just a summer,
just a one-sided love.

He was my summer, the first.