12 May Blossom

Let me take a minute.

Let me collect myself.

I wrote this thing for you.

Put the metal to the petals and the paper to the pen

Danced a riddle ‘round ya eyebrows

Toss’d my thoughts in the trashcan

Took ‘em back out

Scribbled on the black and white and turned ‘em to color.

I wrote this thing for you,

Got flowers on my crown

Cause Baby, I’m not pushing daisies as we walk a little lazily amongst the dandelions,

Watching your skin as it blends in the afterglow.

Observing you like a painting hung on some drywall

Sketching it out in my head

Like my French girls,

Not gonna give you pearls, no diamonds,

Not this girl,

Gonna give you something better.

Cause I know better,

It’s not a material thing

Won’t let the curtains close,

Not bowing down to anyone.

Sleeves expanding,

More pink ribbon,

More black ink,

Running down my arms like train tracks

Wrapping ‘round my body from my head to my toes.

Not just for you, Baby.

For the world,

‘cause you’re not the only thing I wanna give my love to.

If I give love to the world,

I can only give you something greater.

Not getting caught in a web,

Putting my legs into it

Grabbing as much as I can,

Stretching

Getting that tan,

After hours of working in the temple of my mind.

I wanna see you blossom,

Wanna see you bloom,

Placed a little piece of you in that garden up above,

But don’t tell nobody.

I swear, it’s not love.

Sanctuary.

A little place that’s in outer space,

Take this ride with me ‘cause I’ll let you in for a little while,

As we file this away for the summer time.

Taking a breath as we roll through

Looking for a cloud in the sky that we can stroll to

Taking rainbows over mountains

Climbing walls,

And skippin’ fountains.

Inspiration is endless,

While I absorb that jinglin’ you play in my ears.