Seeds fall off the branches And hunches within I win when I sit here A part of your sin The crisp of the chill The Spring finalizing Perfection of will And I'm fantasizing Of birds and of bees And flowers and trees The tender your lips The weaker my knees I'll stretch for low fruit The sweeter the better You left me a mute And took every letter But here I'm still chill Floating off the floor My heart is your door Now, future, before I come to take witness Of all that is you The previous and precious In darkness, the view I'll take all your kisses And sugar and honey Your tender reminder That wealth is not money The richness in lips Belonging to you Impossibly true Improbably few Make one from us two And rain even wetter Sunshine from a shade And glow from some glitter Make me what I'll be If I'll be fulfilled Blind for you to see And perfectly chilled