Why am I staring? Why am I making those faces? Well I’m glad you can’t read my mind girlfriend! I like to keep this close, I like to turn it over and over, caressing each moment until it becomes as smooooooooth as water in a bowl stroked by a gentle hand.
No! It’s mine I won’t tell you!
Ok ok. I can give you some hints.
A smell; woodsy, cedar ish or sandalwood, a cleanly bathed hippee. Earthy and sweet, dirt in the spring, boy-sweet.
A look; soft but piercing, blue, inquisitive and sure at the same time. Rays of love, of warmth and lust.
A feel; strength, possession, desire. Protection, reassurance, the World.
Well now that you know do you understand? What have you conjured in your mind’s eye? I’m glad you asked me about this, it’s moved from my brain to guts when I thought I would lose it completely if I shared.
CELLOPHANE 