WHAT DO YOU DO TO ME?
What do you do to me?
I see you and I stammer
and the edges of my eyeline are fuzzed
and time is unknown
and reality superfluous.
And on the way home
from seeing you
from feeling you
I don’t know how I got home.
I don’t remember.
I know I was driving in my car
and my hands were tingling.
And all my best lines
are about you
and the worst ones too
and when I look in the mirror
I am beautiful at last
frightening and somber but beautiful
because I see what you see
a little bit.
And I like it.
What do you do to me?
I see you and I stammer
and the edges of my eyeline are fuzzed
and time is unknown
and reality superfluous.
And on the way home
from seeing you
from feeling you
I don’t know how I got home.
I don’t remember.
I know I was driving in my car
and my hands were tingling.
And all my best lines
are about you
and the worst ones too
and when I look in the mirror
I am beautiful at last
frightening and somber but beautiful
because I see what you see
a little bit.
And I like it.
