Blood Orange Songtext
von Just a Tourist

And you
Smelling of strawberries
Of grass
Dirt, damp of forest floors
A vertical landscape
Urban garden
Architecture of love′s unfoldment
Greening across
Hip,curve, thigh
Lower, a sweet moss scent
And me your
Sweet brown Harlem girl
Blood orange
Juice spilled
All at once
Welcome home Lucinda
Sweet brown Harlem girl
Blood orange
Juice spilled
All at once


Welcome home Lucinda
Welcome home Lucinda
And you
Smelling of machine shop grease
Shoe black
Sawdust
The slick sweet of engine oil
An elegant proportion
Durability
Utility
Beauty
A golden mean
Spelled out in droplets
Fallen across
Cheek, stomach, thigh
Form follows function
Straight edge
Soft curve
Entryway
And you my
Sweet golden boy
Like wheat spilled open
All at once
In memories of sunlight
And me your
Sweet brown Harlem girl
Blood orange
Juice spilled
All at once
Welcome home Lucinda
Sweet brown Harlem girl
Blood orange
Juice spilled
All at once
Welcome home Lucinda
Welcome home Lucinda
And we
Opened springtime's door
Love floods
In
The continuous present
Again and again begins
Unfolds
Native rock
Moss covered, wet
Rushing water
Falling across sighs
And now an agreement
Between flesh and love
Springtime and structure
Tongue and the
Flavor of blood orange
And now to serve
The whole of life
This architecture
Love spilled
All at once
Through the hallways
Of my living
And me your
Sweet brown Harlem girl
Blood orange
Juice spilled
All at once
Welcome home Lucinda
Sweet brown Harlem girl
Blood orange
Juice spilled
All at once
Welcome home Lucinda
Welcome home Lucinda
Welcome home Lucinda
Welcome home Lucinda