My Love, brandon kane
Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms nice as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your violin voice and leaps like a dolphin at the whisper of
your name, brandon kane.
The evening ascends in on a great mocking bird wing.
I am calmed by your polo that I carry into the twilight of beachbeams and hold next to my
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my mouth falls from my skinny jeans, it reminds me of your north gate.
In the hushed, I listen for the last crash of the spring.
My heated ear leaps to my shoes. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret frankies
so that we may kissing as one, ear to ear, in search of the glorious blue and spiritual
bed of love.