Friday, July 16, 2010

Emo Love




Your skin glows like the strawberry,
blossoms for as the roses in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your flute voice
and leaps like a bird at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great dove wing.
I am comforted by your dress
that I carry into the twilight of beams
and hold next to my hands.
I am filled with hope
that I may dry your tears of river.
As my fingers falls from my gown,
it reminds me of your touch.
In the quiet,
I listen for the last humming of the day.
My heated body leaps to my shirt.
I wait in the moonlight for your secret love
so that we may be as one, body to body,
in search of the magnificent purple
and mystical ray of love.

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