I can make you smile Just by scowling. When morning comes You can pull me closer. Recline, sprawl Along the length of me.
You go into the warm pool And the mood I'm trying to set Doesn't know what to do with me. Is it the sun's fault We're not polytheistic? The one walking toward the earth Speaks of her many unknown feelings,
But actually she knows them well. The afternoon watches the art go by, The window stays open a crack All winter. Feel free to come over here And guess what I'm feeling. I in turn Will divine your unspoken expectations.