You know why I think of you?
“It’s that tiniest smile,
I wrap myself around,” I say.
When you call me
Driving,
I think of the lines, your
Between, how perfect it
Could be if you believed
One side yours,
The other mine,
Because as you go
I’m with you
If you want me to.
If I am a passanger
Or a man asking,
“Can I wash your windshield,”
At every stop sign,
Please say yes,
And I”ll beautifully
Stretch my palms
So you can touch,
The passanger waiting
Who wont burden
Or buckle up.
If I could be cupid
A little less clumsy
More tender than painful
My persuasion would be
An open hand, not a dart,
More rough than daring
Because I am learning
To keep a little line
Between me and you
Pressed tween your lips:
I”m thinking beautiful thoughts,
If I could only see you now-
If you are smiling-
Just between us.
