.
Leaves on branches
break away and blow free.

In search of hale
untrodden ground.

Seemingly sturdy trunk,
bent to a slouch.

Captive roots half-emerged
from its earthly bound.

.

Baby
It’s not what
I’m  looking at
That matters
It’s what I see
I want my eyes in your eyes

Baby
It’s not what I’m looking at
That matters
It’s what I hear
I want your voice
In my ear

Baby
It’s not what I’m looking at
That matters
It’s the joy you put in my heart
I want your laughter in my mouth

Baby
It’s not what I’m looking at
That matters
It’s what I feel
I want your skin
Upon my skin

Baby it’s not what
I’m looking at that matters
It’s what I desire
and
all I desire

Baby
Is
You

Bloom anyway