Sometimes
It’s not about tits
And a nice arse
But smiles, the eyes….
and the laugh.
A nearness, a togetherness
With all that it brings.
Happiness, or tears.
Forgiveness.
And.
Sometimes…..
It’s a realisation.
Of something inside.
An inexplicable warmth
One of life’s mysteries.
Only understood.
When
It’s gone
Giajl © Jim Love