Swashbuckler

His smile was Errol Flynn
from the get-go,
and he made no apologies
for the affect —
the tight jeans
and cowboy boots,
the crisp white t-shirt
sleeves rolled, suntanned arms,
the hair done up and over,
the cologne as alluring
as the charm he used
to catch your attention.
And once he had it,
he’d reel you in slow and steady,
until you would agree to anything
everything
and never look back,
not even now,
all these years later,
where he remains as legendary
as he was those first early days
when you rode the high seas together,
stared up at the wild stars
and knew you would
never
ever
forget.