Orchid face take it all in stride
don’t mind if he gawks
at the lilies blossoming
every place you walk
Am
his missing social graces
all the taken parking spaces
Bm
become transparent
D
any time you turn around
Orchid face you inadvertently
taught cartography this week
he spent all Tuesday studying
the curvature of your cheek
his missing social graces
the taken parking spaces
become transparent
any time you turn around
Orchid face when laughter steals
the air out of your lungs
he is there with pruning shears
snipping roses off your tongue
Your seamless cultivation
incurs such fascination
a horticulture that
hints at the divine
