A Love Poem for my Dear Readers


 


My Love

Your skin glows like the prune, blossoms transparent as the forsythia in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your French horn voice and leaps like a rhinoceros at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great emu wing.
I am comforted by your bobble hat that I carry into the twilight of remote control beams and hold next to my toenail.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of coffee.
As my follicle falls from my bra, it reminds me of your toilet.
In the quiet, I listen for the last squeak of the day.
My heated islets of langerhans leaps to my sari. I wait in the moonlight for your secret TiVo so that we may grovel as one, islets of langerhans to islets of langerhans, in search of the magnificient puce and mystical dinosaur of love.

'Scuse me whilst I wipe this tear away. So lovely it is almost worthy of Wergle Flomp, don't you agree? You can "write" one for me and leave it in the comments...
Posted: Monday - April 04, 2005 at 08:02 AM         | |

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