Tender…
tender is the night, my night is full tender because you are here by my side.
Here I am, with your perfume, the tenderness of your skin, the soft of your
lips, I can feel the bridge of your neck, your sweet smell, your presence… Now, we
share this place, the warm and the safe of your bridge, your hair full of
secrets, full of truth that you share to me. Tender is your touch, the skin of
your shoulders, your neck, your back, I kiss your eyes, I whisper words, I
whisper sentences, I ask you things, you answer me with that voice, with your truth and your voice, I love your bridge. I close my eyes.
I put my
hands at your shoulders, we have a world now, a world of flesh and blood, a
world with perfume, a world that has the code of our hands. Show me the world
without explanations, without resolutions, I do not care if you think that I am
young. I am this willingness, tender… tender is your breath, tender is my
heart, tender are our full hands, tender is the warm of our bodies,
your shoulders, my hip, your name, tender
is this time, tender is all around.
Macu.
Kitschmacu.
