My Love, Your Mine

Your skin glows like the Rasberry, blossoms Sweet as the Carnation in the purest hope of spring. My yearning heart rises to your bells voice and leaps like a Seal at the whisper of your name, Your mine. The evening ascends in on a great Owl wing. I am calmed by your Jacket that I carry into the twilight of Bookbeams and hold next to my Hand. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Blood. As my Arm falls from my Shirt, it reminds me of your Smile. In the hushed, I listen for the last chirp of the spring. My heated lips leaps to my Flip Flops. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret love so that we may Run as one, lips to lips, in search of the glorious Yellow and spiritual Sun of love.