For a Field of Red Poppies

orange-red orbs
pop like smiles
sway with the wind
happiness for miles
feel the secrets held within

hearts; the corners of my lips
turn upwards too
and the curves of my hips
sway with the ocean blue

sky; spanning the universe
no I am not the first
to find my way here
but my-oh-my
am I glad to be so near

perfection.