It comes on an Autumn breeze
during a morning in Spring
where the Buds have begun to open—
covered in Dew.

It floats from the brown Cardinal
as a whispered Melody—
Bees respond with a low hum—
echoed by a Snore.

It touches notes of Candy stores
and Wraps itself around lavender bed sheets—
It smells like Summer
but sounds like Sweetheart.

It is smooth like Jazz and Rose petals—
It tastes like Espresso
after a night of cheap Wine and Cotton tablecloths—
after a day of Coastal conversations.

It curls toes
and moves Fingers like tumbleweed
from Sun-kissed freckle to sunken Wrinkle—
It spells out Forever and never lies—