The ocean sparkles in the sun
Wet and glistening In the cold spring
I feel like giving you things
I feel like I feel like giving you things
I feel like giving
I wanna list something pretty like I wanna describe something pretty like
Cantaloupes and orchids
A pair of glossy lips
Brownish-purple figs
Something black that feels like color
Clusters of flowers A blue vain bulging from your arm
Blue waste stretching
Drops and water swirls Your eyes these two limpid worlds
I feel like giving you things
In the cold spring I feel like giving you things
In the cold spring
Outside the window A storm has downed the birch
The tenderloin of the garden
A fat green knot
Your eyebrows your chin
Face the glassy skin Of the cherry blossom
Blushing flickering white
The soft light