boy you just talkin

Rosemary scented, brown butter pecan complexion

Craving adjectives, finding the most symbolic

Finer than what I can imagine and I dream lucid

Long yellow tapes are keeping you at a distance

My pitch is different but the volume is the same

But I’m quire reflective of how the weather changes

Whether the amplitude rises, I’ll peak with it

If it goes down south, then I’ll free fall to you.