My Original Love Poem

My Love, Justin Your skin glows like the grapes, blossoms intelligent as the magnolia in the purest hope of spring. My yearning heart rises to your saxaphone voice and leaps like a antelope at the whisper of your name, Justin. The evening ascends in on a great magpie wing. I am calmed by your jacket that I carry into the twilight of sunbeams and hold next to my muscles. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of molten rock. As my legs falls from my pants, it reminds me of your prowess. In the hushed, I listen for the last melody of the spring. My heated heart leaps to my shirt. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret ship so that we may loving as one, heart to heart, in search of the glorious crimson and spiritual basket of love.