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