Your Skin Poem by Ronald Chapman

Your skin glows like the pineapple,
blossoms sweet as the Bird Of Paradise
in the purest hope of spring.


My heart follows your quiet voice and
leaps like a bird at the whisper of your name.


The evening floats in on a great wandering eagles wing.
I am comforted by your dress that I take into the twilight of ocean beams and hold next to my heart.


I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of ginger tea,
As my head falls from my neck, it reminds me of your eyes.
In the silence, I listen for the last whisper of the day.


My heated legs leap to my sandals. I wait in the moonlight for your visit so that we may walk as one, hand to hand,
in the search of the magnificent blue and mystical clouds of love.