Elation

Alas you’ve reached the wee town of Anisette.
A land graced with puddles of amaretto and a ceaseless marmalade sunset.
Laced with serendipity and lemon drop dreams,
with swirling sidewalks frosted by clementine creams.
Twirling strands of strawberry blonde,
floating to fields of fiction and beyond.
Cherry blossoms lining the cobblestone boulevards,
entice rosebud cheeks to bloom with cordial regards.
Puckered lips blanket these seraphic streets,
anticipating candied plums and peaches that are delectably sweet.
Flavorful tongues lick our faces in a friendly greeting,
as sour rains sustain depleting.
Paving the way for perfection profoundly,
leaving us all to sleep soundly.

*inspired by Blue October's "3 weeks she sleeps"*