Pure Water

You understand more than you think.  What is it that's in the air when I am with you?  Too much of me, but that is how I knew to find you, all things that remind me of you.  I wanted to be near you, and then everything else came.  You don't find out until you show up: if you're near mint, you're gonna get frisked.  Maybe it's Patriot Act paranoia, maybe the everything's wired up jitters.  A divine bondage, a blade's nick.  Is there a voice I know in this world?  No-thing has heard from me, but my notes lay bare.

What I knew for certain is I had to feel your touch, and I knew you could hear me.