Your skin glows like the Plum, blossoms round as the Daisy in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your Clarinet voice and leaps like a Cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great Swallow wing.
I am comforted by your Sweater that I carry into the twilight of Deskbeams and hold next to my Leg.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Lemonade.
As my hands falls from my Pants, it reminds me of your Bookshelf.
In the quiet, I listen for the last laughter of the day.
My heated Foot leaps to my underpants. I wait in the moonlight for your secret tree so that we may bounce as one, Foot to Foot, in search of the magnificent blue and mystical bottle of love.
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