Your skin glows like the pear, blossoms luscious as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your saxophone voice and leaps like a kitty at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great robin wing.
I am comforted by your jeans that I carry into the twilight of keybeams and hold next to my belly.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my forehead falls from my socks, it reminds me of your nail.
In the quiet, I listen for the last BOOM! of the day.
My heated toe leaps to my formal. I wait in the moonlight for your secret cage so that we may bite as one, toe to toe, in search of the magnificient purple and mystical bed of love.