Pickling is a process
And so is sticking with some showy shrew.

Stewing is a process
and so is showing me that I'm like you.

It's takes a *** of water,
It take showmanship.
Laughter into laughter,
into improvised loving moments that slip.

Slipped into a joke, and
sliding into a smile.
I don't have to try.
Because you, your soul
I can beguile.

Maybe not no ones.
But that don't matter to me.
It's the game that I had chose to play,
because your eyes are all I see.