Speckled creams

       The night draws on. My eyes falling and jumping
alert once more. All I need is the few hours of sleep.

       Hmm copper is plaited in three main ways
then traded into one. Hmm. Just the complexity of
me echoes down to each one random strand.

       Oh how paleness is warmed by long white
cotton sleeves echoes by lace. Soft is my smile
over the exhaustion of a day.

      Grateful my tongue held the temper at bay.
Clearing the mind of all sarcasm drawn toward my
manager.

      Now only thing my textures cling to is the flavors
of vanilla and ginger. Hmm. Rolling over, down my
throat. Soothing.

     Hmm. Softest brushes of fake wind press open
the views of speckled cream. I giggle in the tickles
from baring a curve crossed. Hmm I place that
quirky smile across my rosy lips.

    Holding down the hope of tomorrow. Gaining
courage to make a new statement. Holding clear
of an encouraging smile.

   Dare I hope, dream big? Why not? Still I wonder
of others.

    So dearest friend, whatever thoughts cross your
mind smile as the wind uses loose copper strands to
tickle pinks and freckles.

    Hmm. Enough said with just click of the tongue
and a thumbs up. Cheers. Enjoy your evening, as
I intend to do with mine.