I Feel Like Giving You Things

The ocean
Sparkles in the sun
Wet and glistening
In the cold spring
I feel like giving you things
I fee 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 was stretching
Drops and water swirls
Your eyes, these two limpid worlds
I feel like giving you things
In the cold spring
Ah, ah, ah
I feel like giving you things
In the cold spring
Outside the window
A storm has downed the birch
The tenderloin of the garden, fat green knot
Your eyebrows, your chin
Face the glassy skin
Of the cherry blossom
Blushing, flickering white
The soft light