My Love

Your skin glows like the mango , blossoms succulent as the lily in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your oboe voice and leaps like a panther at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great eagle wing.
I am comforted by your pants that I carry into the twilight of prana beams and hold next to my breast .
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of wine .
As my hand falls from my glove, it reminds me of your pen.
In the quiet, I listen for the last crackle of the day.
My heated nose leaps to my shirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret lamp so that we may moan as one, nose to nose, in search of the magnificent magenta and mystical dart of love.

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Had to have a go ......Thanks to Juzzzy and Nick