Nightcap,
frothed with steamed milk,
dream-weaver of hushed dialogue;
foam ebullition, substance suspended,
bulbous discourse of ephemeral proportion.
Whisper sweet nothings into spurious
ears; lend your lather, spume’s
spatter, contrive, spawn
Nightcap.
beautiful scenes boil over in my minds eye! Blessings Melody!
Thank you so much!