…blue trees

…would you love me if my trees were blue-

if the leaves wore a shade of purple after 6pm-

would you want me if i cried each time you left, and text wyd when you walked out the door-

can i want you in the most healthiest obsessive way?

day after day after day-

and can you want me the same?

but first we must pray for the find-

but first we must say hello-

but first you must ask for the kiss-

but first i must allow it-

my mysterious mold of God-

planet of my planet, where are you?

no hand navigates against me, until i find you-

this here black woman of many needs-

oh where are you?

come send me to a freedom i’ve yet to find-

ill send you there too-

but first we must abide by God-

but first our spirits must align-

but first you must share your rib with me-

so your last name can flow into mine-

then i can handle dat flesh in the most healthiest obsessive way-

you down?

would you love me if my sun was green, or i saw it that way-

or if i told you i saw specs of gold on the moon at 2am?

would my indifference deter you-

or would you paint me pictures of blue trees wearing leaves with a touch of purple, underneath a green sun?

would you do that for me?

oh i hope you do-

oh i hope you do-

come to me.

kb

written to: into orbit/alex isley