Your skin glows like the Mango,
blossoms Sweet as the Rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your Piano voice and leaps like a Cat at the whisper of your
name.
The evening floats in on a great Eagle wing.
I am comforted by your Skirt that I carry into the twilight of Tablebeams and
hold next to my Hair.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Tea.
As my Legs falls from my Socks, it reminds me of your Floor.
In the quiet, I listen for the last Scream of the day.
My heated Nose leaps to my Hat. I wait in the moonlight for your secret Chair so
that we may Sit as one, Nose to Nose, in search of the magnificient Red and
mystical Sit of love.
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