spring beauty swoon song

March was starting to spring, the backyard was green and that was fine. Mama pointed at blobs in trees, that’s the downy woodpecker, that’s that old cardinal again would he just quit it, that’s that’s i’ll have to check my app. All their songs come down to “hey baby” in the end the birds radio mtv2 all align in constant cat call “do you want me or not?” i’ll tell you now i can’t tell the difference so dont be surprised cry outraged when i yawn at whatever cishet romance streams on some screen i’m telling you now i’m–

march spring green fine songs fade for the scrape of the door skipping in its track you slide smooth through eclipse the green damn the moon sun leo love shine spot light on you.
yeah you heard me flowers pale where my beauty blooms she slick sweet sidle all peach fuschia turquoise light’ll leave every corner block party to shine on her and see see sweet tea you step no shade pulse through me again run currents single file signal fire burn leo sun light shine your shine toward ripe black currants find hidden color purple petals ripe currants dew wet berry pulse pale me

you, electric, shine.

Nobody better bother yelling by now those songs of homogenous hope know better by now chatter simmer down. He’ll leave you by summer leaf green lost lover lonesome nest tattered under trees. Mama blessherheart collects wholest remains of homes forgotten when the chicks have flown.
Empty nest mantelpiece display. Romcom reboot every damn day.

Ours i’ve already told you, the humidity abysmal, 4 ceiling fans 1 floor and 2 window units, home stays hot april to october, we nested bodies heat it hotter dripping water dowsing divining spring green ground swell key hole of summer lover shiver sip her long days long tongue nights burn run on shine.

[[Wednesday's prompt -- We've spent a lot of time thinking and writing about hard stuff, haven't we? And though our trials are as individual as our tastes, there is one universal truth: we all want to love and be loved. Maybe we avoid the subject as writers because we don't want to risk sentimentality or greeting card poetry. But today, let's celebrate joy! Familial, romantic, plutonic, (and however we might describe love of nature, animals, and learning), let it be our subject today. Feel free to experiment with form and style--your only directive is to woo us.]]