Daffodil Yellow

When my earthquakes everything I'm trying to circus balance on my last ounce of positive will the Jenga begins to fall But there are a couple of things that calm me down before the rubble of anxiety fills the air This poem is about my favorite thing I think it's my favorite because of the seasonal hide in go seek or Mary go round trip they allow me to travel The seed is forever present but not every flower smiles the same However, in full bloom I picture a Van Gogh field of floral print in my frontal lobe And I just want to let my kisses frolic through your petals Because when the sun butterfly kisses your skin, it gives your freckles goosebumps I'm drunk from the way your Daisy dot face tattoos pull me away from reality The feeling hugs like a daffodil yellow The warmth brewing mid-morning when the sun only has the blinds open a little The pastel sunrise in your eyes is making the 6am night soft Here's a cloudy thought: I wish I could paint every single freckle of yours a daffodil yellow And tell you how much I love them all but yes I have a favorite and no I'm not telling you Because to see your daffodil yellow freckles wink at me is to die for It's the country song that keeps me wanting more It's the slow caress to my stress that massages the pain away It's my favorite p.s. her daffodil yellow is the reason my smile says hello...