A budding writer's collection

Nooks and Crannies

Pink liquids ooze out of the pool,

Legs soaked knee-deep

Air's loaded with this ethereal aroma, honey,

Little did I know, the source was you.

Wistful waves leave me wallowing in my misery,

The blue depths of my innards

Just crave for that gleam of lavender

Yeah, they just want you in.

Fill these nooks and crannies,

I'm not as despicable as the world writes,

Offer me a glimpse, darling,

Just a peek-through,

The beautiful life we could share,

Your head on my shoulders.