bout you

Fern
Heart of flowers and crime,

Eyes of haze and so much more.

I'd compare to sunrise

Beauty of the girl, I saw.

 

Tiny dent in brown break,

Bite to eat on Thompson street.

Juices, coffee, teas and water.

All the man and woman need.

 

Hours later, hand in hand

Love in tow city walk,

Talk is cheap but chatter's sweet,

No one wins, and no one scores.

 

Crimson name of thorny bloom,

Who will buy and who will sell?

Blessed child or wretched offspring?

Is there any way to tell?

 

Who are you my charming maven?

Something speaks I know you,

Time to lips, whilst am to savor,

Coffee, teas and dйjа vu.