Generated Love Poem
My Love - Your skin glows like the strawberry, blossoms burgundy as the lily in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your saxophone voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great parrot wing.
I am comforted by your sock that I carry into the twilight of tablebeams and hold next to my arm.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my navel falls from my shirt, it reminds me of your floor.
In the quiet, I listen for the last bang of the day.
My heated toe leaps to my sock.
I wait in the moonlight for your secret sky so that we may wave as one, toe to toe, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical door of love.