When Traveling I Used to See

I used to see girls' heads floating in the sky
Above passing fields and hills, looking at me lovingly
Curiously from the car window
But now, these days I see giant girls' fingers
Popping up through the soil of the fields
And I see her reclining hips roll among the hills on the horizon
I feel her breath blow in through the car windows
And wrap around me, shirt off, warmly
I vaguely picture her face but it's transparent and changes
Dodging, always at the edge of wherever I'm looking
I can feel her true gaze more vividly than I can see real-life eyes
It looks in on me from all angles
Pressing me into my shape like an atmosphere, but...