you are a hurricane
ravaging the shores of bars and friday nights
you are 70 mile per hour cigarette smoke
with a slight chance of perfection
dear, you dance like lightning
all the while unsmiling
i wonder if i could be the ground beneath your feet
i'll love you senseless
i'll love you still
until my rivers run the rain of your drunken tears dry
raindrop by raindrop until we have nothing left to cry for
i will give you my valleys
the roots of my trees
let your winds level my mountaintops
because you are not tireless, i know
so when the time comes that you'd rather drizzle than drown
exhausted by your undertow
lower your clouds
i will gladly have you
