Dry

crossing the field I’m feeling
to avoid the snow crust yielding
softly stepping

I can’t help but think
it’s like what you’ve been doing
deftly stepping

and in times like these, you know they say
you can’t always have things go your way
and so this I ask you:
do you want me to love you?

crossing the field I’m almost there
tiptoeing across this icy air
thinking of leaving

I can’t help but think
you’re already inside me
barely breathing

and in times like these, you know they say
you can’t always have things go your way
and so I must ask you:
do you want me to love you?
do you want me to still love you?

let me come home dry, love
let me come home dry

        

          

Copyright L.M. 2008.

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