Mangos are sweet
Like summer to iced tea
Blue skies over high seas
Young girl, she's a Pisces
Eat one with me, girl
Your waters keep climbing
Consuming and finding
Each part of me hiding in secrecy
I wish there could be another way
A way around this mountain top
A way around this grassy bend
A way around this genuine Feeling
The warmth on our skin
Through lace and a honey lens
We could grab at grass and catch Nothing
Wishing for a satellite love but feel Nothing
Ice clinks our glasses and beads The brim
My heart drops in molasses and Clover
When I see him
When I see him