"Darling"

on the spot

"Darling"

Let the littlest of poppies' go, drifting on the wind, slowly, gently. Tapping

a note on your heart. 

With waves, crumbling, serene as the whispers, calming like the ocean deep.

Whoosh!

Croons the Tumbling, Fumbling atmosphere, rolling around the mouth of its mother.

Falling without caution, the pulpy bubbles take you away, grains of sand still stuck on your hair, giggling.

The night is almost gone, sunlight hits the frame of the morning glow

Darling, come to me, my sweet aftertaste, sodden with laughter, joy, and happiness.