I have thought about your soft breezes
Edging along the curve of my jaw line
Like soft snow drift whispers
While the sun sits midway
I hope to put you up with words and smiles
Swing in your mind's hammock to pass the summer day
I know no other way to show you
How even your broke down barn doors
Give me shivers
I'd even help you paint them
A fresh coat on those aged timbers
I want to breathe you in
Chase your homegrown fumes
You'd fill my jar with moonbeam sweetness
Give us a taste, won't you?
You've got this thirsty girl wanting
Down on grass stained knees
Pour us both a swallow
Share a sip with me?