My Love Spirit
Kind of fun... Created by Poetry Soups Love Generated poetry...
Here's the result:
Your skin glows like the watermelon, blossoms surreal as the Black Bearded Iris in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your Violin voice and leaps like a horse at the whisper of your name, Spirit.
The evening ascends in on a great pheonix wing.
I am calmed by your sandals that I carry into the twilight of vesselbeams and hold next to my eyes.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of mercury.
As my hair falls from my gown, it reminds me of your book.
In the hushed, I listen for the last silence of the spring.
My heated ankle leaps to my hat. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret tree so that we may whispers as one, ankle to ankle, in search of the glorious turquoise and spiritual water of love.
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