My Love

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 eyes. 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.