birds of paradise

i remember the day
when i came home
everything rearranged
my new skin glowing
just to ride my bike
through the cemetery
just to ride my bike
in april
in april

all my bedspreads changed
the walls painted green
all mistakes erased
in the birth of a day
oh the immensity
within a being
oh the immensity
of spring
in april

you were new and ripening
before i knew you
walk to work in hospitals
near bodies of water
oh the lavender blooms
the colors of your heart
oh the birds of paradise
in april
in april

we were made from things
that tear
we were born in the blink
of an eyelash
oh the profundity
of life in each other
oh the profundity
of life
in april

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