thanks...funny because the descripts are not the focus
of "tnder" in an idealized mode of...
lovely....
missing a lot...I love thee
or my sunshine kind of feel
to it...
lately Im numbed out and bitter and more
angrier then usual
followed by moments of strange joy
the bi-polar
lifes big crunch
just another refraction to the great reflection

why the muse come about me when Im exhausted
tired look and feel like shit is beyond me
stinking in need of a shower and run the routes
pushing sleepless hours
perhaps my guard is down

I used to buy flowers
I used too send cards
I wrote long handwritten letters
but then got burned a few times
but then..Im often nasty!
so karma is a bitch!!

ouch^

but I keep cranking out works
because its all a part of how I survive
and keep going...

it is about Love though and
the tenderness came and went
beneath my barnacled busted
career as a fakir
I do exist
therefore I can

its just so rare...

thank U..your works I extremely
find fascinating
u have shed light in a perspective
on the origin of this particular poem