Cling to my breasts, you beautiful.
swinging you up like a mother.
i reckon you not moving whilst
the storms strike down
ahead
of you.
Find a soft side on your way, honey
winding you up, fly high
i reckon you not being energised
when it rains
you didn't answer my calls but I'm halfway
on the road
Frustrated, waiting for a sudden appearance
where is
your applause?
The shape of love is shifting and
life unexpected
Embrace,
I shall be.