Your skin glows like the Apple, blossoms as the Roses in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your Drum voice and leaps like a Tiger at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great Eagles wing.
I am comforted by your Socks that I carry into the twilight of John Keno beams and hold next to my Eyes.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my Legs fall from my Pants, it reminds me of your cities.
In the quiet, I listen for the last Meow of the day.
My heated finger leaps to my T-Shirts. I wait in the moonlight for your secret dream so that we may Passed as one, Finger to Finger, in search of the magnificent Green and mystical Corel Center of love.
