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