starts with that gut rush tide surgin’
darlin’, love, darlin’,
I stood on Glacier Point in Yosimite,
‘n I looked at erosion crags ‘n vistas that make poets like me,
oh so weak in the knees.
Had half a mind to jump just to see it from all the angles of decent,
to watch the beautiful earth rise up ‘n clutch me in its arms,
gut deep, marrow true, I wanted, wanted to stand and watch until I starved,
never taking my eyes from those distant peaks.
There are moments before a storm,
the breeze lifting your hair, cool and tactile,
the clouds begin to congrigate,
‘n heavy winds whip the wheat-fields,
darlin’, love, darlin’,
got that kind of feelin’ now,
‘n I just want to throw myself into you,
just to see how you look as I descend.
Darlin’, I want so badly…
Love, please say…
Darlin’, it’s just a kiss.
