My Love
Your skin glows like the mango, blossoms bellisimo as the tulip in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your violin voice and leaps like a horse at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great parrot wing.
I am comforted by your woolly jumper that I carry into the twilight of bodybeams and hold next to my hair.
I am
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