weaselwoman

Splattered on the pavement Or running down the drains, Seeping to the water table, Or falling in spring rains, It seems all I am Has been drawing me toward you. I told them all I wanted in a soul, And you swept in and defined it all In shades of ice and road; night and day Clouds hung on the Moon's front porch And I didn't know what to say. And maybe some dreams are best left As distant as the stars But in the passenger seats of sweltering cars On sunny August afternoons I will always think of you. And maybe that is as it should be But it pleases me To throw logic to the wind; I dream that in your dreams You see me now and