Touch Me by Tom Cipullo Lyrics

Summer is late, my heart
Words plucked out of the air
Some forty years ago
When I was wild with love
And torn almost in two
Scatter like leaves this night
Of whistling wind and rain
It is my heart that’s late
It is my song that’s flown
Outdoors all afternoon
Under a gunmetal sky
Staking my garden down
I kneeled to the crickets trilling
Underfoot as if about
To burst from their crusty shells;
And like a child again
Marveled to hear so clear
And brave a music pour
From such a small machine
What makes the engine go?
Desire, desire, desire
The longing for the dance
Stirs in the buried life
One season only
And it’s done
So let the battered old willow
Thrash against the windowpanes
And the house timbers creak
Darling, do you remember
The man you married? Touch me
Remind me who I am