Love
My Love
Your skin glows like the Apple,
blossoms Sweet as the Marigold in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your Saxophone voice
and leaps like a wolf at the whisper of your name.
The evening ascends in on a great Macaw wing.
I am calmed by your Scarf that I carry into the twilight
of Silkybeams and hold next to my fingers.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of sadness.
As my hair falls from my blouse, it reminds me of your touch.
In the hushed, I listen for the last laughter of the spring.
My heated heart leaps to my destination.
I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret
voice so that we may writhe as one,
heart to heart, in search of the glorious blue
and spiritual amore of love.
Written by Mintra J Mankasingh June 25 2018
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