Your skin glows like the strawberries, blossoms delicious as the azaleas 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 cardinal wing.
I am comforted by your shirt that I carry into the twilight of the moon and hold next to my nose.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of vodka.
As my hand falls from my necklace, it reminds me of your car.
In the quiet, I listen for the last bzzzz of the day.
My heated heel leaps to my dress. I wait in the moonlight for your secret text so that we may dancing as one, foot to foot, in search of the magnificient pink and mystical fountain of love.
~dedicated to my daughter Autumn (My Guardian Angel- Prom 2010)~
I Will Always Love You
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