Gallbladder-Green
My Love, Eve
Your skin glows like the Apple, blossoms eagerly as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your guitar voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of your name, Eve.
The evening ascends in on a great parrot wing.
I am calmed by your sock that I carry into the twilight of leafbeams and hold next to my knee.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Valvoline.
As my nostril falls from my monocle, it reminds me of your toenail.
In the hushed, I listen for the last pfrrrrt of the spring.
My heated cerebellum leaps to my stocking. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret mole so that we may saunter as one, cerebellum to cerebellum, in search of the glorious gallbladder-green and spiritual jello of love.
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Data provider, Martin Braun
12/06/2018
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