when i love it is not with skin

when i love it is not with skin.

its more like pillows and cool sheets
or swells and the wind

its not tangled or messy
wondering where the other's been

its more like giggles and blushing
it is the most reverent of grins

when i love its like a mountain,
craggy steeples,
clods of dirt but its also
like a breeze
just at my knees
under my skirt.

i love like a stray cat mangy but clean
i walk like a ferret all slinky and lean
i drag up a dead mouse or beetle i found
then I'll rub up against you
cause i'm feeling all proud

the way i love is like pollen up in your nose
when you feel a sneeze coming
its that second before it blows

its a good steady rocking,
like a chair on a porch
its a crow and a cardinal
its a rooster pointing north

when i love its a firm look
if i know you've done wrong
but its a good bit forgiving
this is part of our song