Snow - Patricia Barber

Do you think of me like snow

Cool, slippery and white?

Do you think of me like jazz

As hip as black as night?

Do you think of me like linen

Summer sheets on which you sleep?

Do you think of me like ink

Skinny words you want to keep?

Do you think of me like fat

Irresistible as cream?

On your lips, on your hips

Like chocolate or like a dream

Ohh, to be the moon

A diamond you can’t resist

The space between the stars

Do you think of me like this?

Do you think of me like crack

Illegally refined?

Sunglass for your eyes

Do you think that love is blind?

Do you think of me like salt?

Do you taste me in your tears?

Do you think of me like oil?

Filthy rich, my dear

I think of you like food

I think of you like wine

I shouldn’t lick my fingers

I’m drinking all the time

I think of you like paint

Flesh tones and pink

I think of you like rhyme

So much it makes me think

I’m mad about you

Do you think of me like sand

Warm southern fire?

Take me with you in the dark

And secret in your mind

Do you think of me like snow

School starting in the fall?

Do you think of me in spring

Do you think of me at all?