pet sounds

she says "darling" with a 'g' that hangs    
in the air like the finest silk dress    
draped over the most soulful of down and dirty      
blues singers. It would be frightening,      
if it wasn't encased in the most delicate of grace    
     
she also has a "darlin'", that has a downhome heart    
to it, that stops short of the grand display    
and hugs with a lullaby that hums the feel of family    
     
I have heard faint echos of "my love"    
whispered through the trees of endearment      
and as long as I get a smile and a "poppa bear";    
with just the right amount of silliness,    
I am destined to dance my feet    
to their bloody ends, along each one of her trails