Cat walk at night, baby,
Tap dance through the day;
Got sunglasses for your love light,
You steal my breath away…
I want to be your moonscape,
I’ll paint your ceiling blue,
Your shadow when you walk abroad,
The ghost just out of view.
i’ll melt your heart, your tallow,
make love in light of day,
a landmine ‘neath your pillow
to blow your mind away …
And if by chance I stumble
your laugh will break my fall;
verb-hewn ramparts crumble
beneath that cat walk call.
no misty spectre rising,
no minor god aflame,
no garden gnome or buried bone
could dull your sunlit name.
october’s crimson litter,
red flames ignite your hair;
bonfire fingers linger longer
hungry for your stare.
so let me be the inner voice
that whispers lines of blue
and red and gold, suggestions bold,
to make you laugh, to warm the cold,
to tell you stuff you should be told,
to make you seek my hand to hold,
to paint your canvas, stir your soul…
the rainbow, girl, is you.
jmidworth 
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