Weird Tenderness

Weird tenderness struck me with her kiss
Beating warmness
Knocking smell of sourness

Swelling thorns covered my hands
Swinging shades with colours

The scent of coldness is of clay
The memory of her is of moonface

(knock knock knock)

O invisible tenderness!
Rushing towards behind a tree
I have (all) your fingernails in my hand

I'm turning upside down!