BLUEMOMENT

What do you think so far?

Your skin glows like the tomato, blossoms flourescent as the onion in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your french horn voice and leaps like a kangaroo at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great starling wing.
I am comforted by the weight your jacket as I carry it into the twilight of urban renewal and hold next to my nostrils.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears with beer.
As my eyes fall on your face, it reminds me of my carpet.
In the quiet, I listen for the last fart of the day.
My heated foot leaps to my sock.
I wait in the moonlight for your secret chair so that we may hunker as one, elbow to elbow, in search of the magnificent purple and mystical river of love.

working. there may be an opening for you in dundee

I cannot read it without wondering about the intended recipient and your perception of that relationship.
Do go on - is the 2nd verse of this masterpiece ready for consumption yet?

Well I'm not sure yet of the market, I was thinking of selling it. Can you think of a likely purcaser? THis may of course influence the direction of development of this opus vitae

I like it, I like realism and honesty. Can we have more?

Sell it to Hallmark, it would look fantastic in a card.

Do you have any Vogon blood by any chance?

Stormy thought his day job was Poet Laureate!

Did you use a random phrase generator?