Inked Gardens

It’s the details for me. Tight coils, a crown of ebony wood Holding the wisdom, yeah, you understood One single braid, a thread through the years Whispering secrets only I get to hear. You’re a map of the sun, those freckles on your skin Constellations showing me where to begin Deep in those windows, the dark of your eyes That’s where the peace and the silence reside. And your lips... a velvet line of fire Burning through my every desire You don't gotta speak, nah, I hear you loud Like a golden sun breaking through the cloud. It’s the way the garden grows on your arm Ink and nectar, keeping you from harm A butterfly resting, wings on your hand A metamorphosis I finally understand. Yeah, you’re the river, you’re the flow Running through your pulse, everywhere we go. Arch of your brow, yeah, that’s where the strength lies Firm in your truth, no need for disguises Delicate nature, but you’re tough as the root Looking at you, girl, I’m seeing the fruit. Floral patterns etched in the ink on your sleeve A garden of Eden that’ll never leave. Metamorphosis... (In all of us) It’s the way you move... (So effortless) From the coils of your hair to the soles of your feet You’re the only rhythm that my heart needs to beat. In the river of life... Running through your pulse... It never dies...