She had smelled of salt and pepper hair.
Which I now understand to be…
The scent of ocean nights and green apple as they…compare.
Hinted with aroma of dusty nights at a local fair.
Cotton Candy amassing in the nighttime air.
She said to me…
‘you are my buttercup!’
“I need you more than anyone, darlin’
You know that I have from the start
So build me up buttercup, don’t break my heart.”