Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms pretty as the carnation in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your viola voice and leaps like a whale at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great humming bird wing.
I am comforted by your pants that I carry into the twilight of lovebeams and hold next to my foot.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of blood.
As my arm falls from my shirt, it reminds me of your desire.
In the quiet, I listen for the last beauty of the day.
My heated torso leaps to my jacket. I wait in the moonlight for your secret flower so that we may gaze as one, torso to torso, in search of the magnificient purple and mystical sky of love.
