My Love
Your skin glows like the mango, blossoms attractive as the roses in
the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your sexaphone voice and leaps like a tiger at the
whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great eagle wing.
I am comforted by your tube top that I carry into the twilight of
mebeams and hold next to my breast.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my eyes falls from my skirt, it reminds me of your me.
In the quiet, I listen for the last wisper of the day.
My heated ears leaps to my dress. I wait in the moonlight for your
secret one piece so that we may run as one, ears to ears, in search
of the magnificient violet and mystical lavender of love.
