In the Heat of Summer

Trying to beat the scorching heat,
we went down by the sea.
Like seagulls soar o’er the waves’ roar,
we wanted to be free.

Caught up by fate, our naive state
was ripped by emotion.
We became bound by bonds so sound
while applying lotion.

      

Author’s note: For those not familiar with the Triquatrain form of poetry, a description and more examples can be found at the following link:
http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/triquatrain.html