My Love, Chi

Your skin glows like the pears, blossoms solemn as the old rose in the purest hope of spring. My yearning heart rises to your guitar voice and leaps like a bird at the whisper of your name, Chi. The evening ascends in on a great peacock wing. I am calmed by your toxedo that I carry into the twilight of boardwalkbeams and hold next to my arms. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of wine. As my lips falls from my vest, it reminds me of your paradise. In the hushed, I listen for the last rock music of the spring. My heated eyes leaps to my dress. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret Cafe so that we may embrace as one, eyes to eyes, in search of the glorious black and spiritual Adonis of love.