Inspiration

The lowest hanging fruit may be sweeter
But the higher ones last longer
Who's to say if I picked her up at church or in the streets
Which one for me would last longer

For me its not about who has the most make up on
Or who's wearing the mini with a thong shown
If your hair is totally not there or ten feet long
Hell I don't even care if or how much you bring home

I'm really into that heart and how you feel about others
Undamaged it's not hard to love self, but do you care to have humanity as a lover
To think of another, not sexually, and yet feel pangs
To hear of another's misfortune and feel as if your heart just sang

The lowest tearful blues that can ever be felt
This is the kind of heart that makes my heart melt
Next there's that mind that I find I always need
Long stimulating conversations can always make my heart bleed

Deep conversations that are allowed to float across a spectrum of topics
Sex never omitted, but we agreed it doesn't dominate our logic
Psychology, sociology, and everything of the spiritual realm
Discussing fifty percent about us, with the other fifty percent about them

If life is a tree that can never have to many branches
Our mind serving as the roots, feeding the trunk and these unlimited branches
The deeper the conversations, the healthier the leaves and fruit
As I said before our relationship is about more than a sexual pursuit

Roots sunk deep absorbing nutrients from highly fertile soil
Built upon this platform, fallen fruit refuses to rot or spoil
With our deeply sunk roots and branches reaches reaching up to the constellations
We can agree to merge and release in a deeply emotional pollination