Soft Feeling

Soft feeling slick in the underbelly

Hang steady as the light leans in to stroke the velvet of the loosening limbs A wild wind slips straight through the fingers of your hand Soothing and an angling to land squarely on your love’s lips

Kiss your friends faces more

They will lend their hearts to you

When you’re blasting they will hold you

Know your light through their eyes

Know their eyes through your light

How did they know you as a young one

Oh I see you now as your were then

Just a tender bean, a golden thread

Bundled with the memory of love

When the body blurs the lines

Where does hers end and yours begin

We are singing the songs of old

The shape of love is taking hold

It’s a golden molten

It’s a golden molten