Missed Connections musical dedication of the day

Again, the bar for bad Craigslist poetry as been raised.


Ah, sweet mystery...

My Love - perhaps you will recognize me by my verse:

Your skin glows like the mango,
blossoms sexy as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your piano voice and leaps --
like a koala at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great minah wing.
I am comforted by your shoe that I carry
into the twilight of lunchboxbeams
and hold next to my toenail.
I am filled with hope
that I may dry your tears of iced tea.
As my leg falls from my sweater,
it reminds me of your blender.
In the quiet, I listen for the last scream of the day.
My heated finger leaps to my dress.
I wait in the moonlight for your secret ugly so that we may run
as one, finger to finger, in search of the magnificient gray
and mystical paper towel of love.


The Verve - 'Sonnet'

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