It’s contagious
It’s about understanding
Hands wanting to stroke what is smooth
Without us disappearing
It’s about understanding
It exists like a black hole
Without us disappearing
Whole but not heavy
It exists like a black hole
This tiny, idyllic human
Whole but not heavy
Perhaps I will love.
This tiny, idyllic human
Hands wanting to stroke what is smooth
Perhaps I will love.
It’s contagious