When I was younger,
a moment of existential
panic would have my
buttons coming undone
for boys who didn't care why
but sure loved how.

I'm more beautiful now,
less given to panic, and I
undress for you like this:
one story at a time –  a
metaphoric bump and grind.
I shimmy out of all my lies.

I was watching the weather reporter explain jet-streams
and I'm not sure I understood
but I think I got enough, it seems
so that my plan can go as it should.

Its been really hot here lately
the pavement burns to the touch
the western summer air is set to baking
It can evaporate a pond before lunch

I was thinking of sending you a postcard
something with trees, or the beach
but buying an impersonal picture ain't so hard
(and besides, they're $3.99 each!)

So I decided to send you my love
in a way that isn't plain
I'm sending over a tiny cloud, Love
'cuz I know that you love the rain

I'm gonna pour some water on to the ground
and if what I've learned about jet-streams is true
I'm gonna wait for it to disappear into a cloud
and watch the wind blow this straight to you

I am drawn to you like
The stars to the midnight skies
The Earth to the burning sun
Water to thirsting flowers

I am comfortable with you like
An old pair of boots
A faded pair of jeans
My favorite sweater and scarf

I am at peace with you like
Sitting in a boat in the middle of a lake
Taking a walk in silence in the country
Listening to rain drops fall in the dark of night

I am alive with you
Like the laughter that is uncontrollable
The heart that goes thump, thump, thump
Running through wildflowers in the wilderness

Every ounce of my being
Mind, body and soul are riveted by you
I am alive with you, free with you,
comfortable with you I love you

Heather Mirassou