Amazing Lace Challenge #3: Poetry

My Love

Your skin glows like the strawberry,

blossoms lacey as the rose in the purest hope of spring.

My heart follows your flute voice

and leaps like a bunny at the whisper of your name.

The evening floats in on a great cardinal wing.

I am comforted by your Isis Wrap

that I carry into the twilight of knitting needle beams

and hold next to my hands.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of wine.

As my smile falls from my shawl,

it reminds me of your yarn.

In the quiet, I listen for the last tweet of the day.

My heated eyes leap to my lace.

I wait in the moonlight for your secret yarn-over

so that we may knit as one, eyes to eyes,

in search of the magnificient merlot

and mystical ribbing of love.

(Please forgive me Waterhouse)