Tenderness

Is it part of the dance of romance,

is it playing out some picture of the mind,

some kind of game,

or an outpouring of the heart,

or is it giving and giving and giving,

maybe mind off, no,

maybe mind open,brain off, heart open,

true sincerity, true feelings,not gone through the sieve, not been logged for correctness,instint  ive natural emotions and behaviour,the true flow of love,unhindered,the shway and groove of meaning-full reality,

that which is so true too you, that nothing else on earth comes close,so real,so very very real,

oh yes so damn meaningfull,

a photograph,

a touch

tear

bliss to be real,   cold and unashamed,warm and ugly,

what price we pay for the known,

what price we pay to reach out and connect, connect with the soul real,

SO FIXED IN THE CURVE OF BLISS,

so sweet the shway, time-less,and free

eyes speak my pretty pretty one woh! care , care, the body filled, sss waves on the freeline,

in the curve, bending sweet,

da babys breathis shweeet,

an da lambthing,

an just there, when i move ya hair aside on the back of your neck,thats a touch on my lips,and a feeling in my chest,

it spreads ,the feeling spreads out, and it fills in behind my eyes, and i breath different, yeah that happens when i kiss you,

and small blue forget me nots, i dont really like cutting all the buttercups, s all flowrs,

there are things called inter dependant relationships, so we stay away from that area, no no not too cool,

tearfull needy caght up in the storm, blowing mercurial vibes,

sometimes needs must, maybe, huh, okay so  a clear mind helps,  mmmm  dont wanna fuck up to many times, ya might loose site o yer eyeballs,

role models, roll modells,comix, comic life me plasterouse darling, i really love the chemical stink  oozing out ya paws,

now you can get tender in the wylde river,sure can,then do dreamin up close, and the fire,late stars, an then hunt the very small invisible creature that hides only on lovers skin,

a very personal, connection, from way down deep, from the centre of a beautiful place,

we got no real maps, maybe you gotta care t open the door,

tears and joy share the same house,anger and love,choosing to give, nurturing the passions  of that hearth,

dressing it in words,  its the touch that you really feel, that’s what you take with you.

SLOW GIN BY JOE BONAMASSA.