My Love~

~My Love~

Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms happier as the daisy in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your sweet voice and leaps like a panda at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great robin wing.
I am comforted by your t-shirt that I carry into the twilight of Nebraska beams and hold next to my tummy.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my face falls from my tank top, it reminds me of your voice.
In the quiet, I listen for the last beep of the day.
My heated arm leaps to my jeans. I wait in the moonlight for your secret heart so that we may jump as one, arm to arm, in search of the magnificent green and mystical power of love