vintage strumming

[Leanne]

What tectak meant to do: (I'm just the messenger)

In the beginning love unseals this way, Revelation coming. I want to understand how love was sealed before it unsealed. The word carries some thoughts; sealed with a kiss, sealed in a pact, sealed together, sealed as one, sealed in love,even....but the next line is almost a fond anticipation of a dire circumstance and does not ring true.
electric, stirring the mind and soul. Is this a good feeling or a bad feeling? You have not carried L1 with you. L2 is just a line coming and going nowhere. "Electric surge shreds mind and soul" sounds more devastating. I may be misreading you....but no! L3 is back on the track!
A blow to the heart, cyclonic emotion
spirally without restriction. As a metaphor for angst this uses strangely meteorological expressions which leave me out in the rain. I have tried to get the sense out of it but there is fog...needs clarification to make the thing work.
A blonde haired boy with no fear,
gifting Baby’s Breath and Peonies. I would like it to be baby's breath not Gypsophila otherwise why capitalise baby. Have I spelt Gypsophila correctly?
The years generate a new language, Whoa! I thought I had this banged to rights but the next line, with a strangely Freudian slip capital A, again implying a metaphor for a living being, throws me. The disconnects are getting too wide to be synaptic. Did you leave and come back to this piece after a hot chocolate and a rub down? I am beginning to feel the need for a testicular transplant from serge. He seems to get off on this level. Nothing wrong with that but for me you need to tighten up the linkages line by line. It is wandering.
A vintage guitar, warm and authentic,
strumming soft as snowflakes. Beautiful but bereft

Pacing against the unpredictable
When the weight of one another
reveals its magnitude.
They carry the mountains
and struggle with current
to bring the gift of Baby’s Breath
and the loveliest Peonies.This is a stanza in distress. Random line capitalisation, strange word use ( pacing(speed) against weight against size),sudden appearence of unknown "they", hod-carrying mountain shifters up to their fetlocks in water and all to bring the bloody baby's breath and some miraculously un-dishevelled Peonies...which, by the way, I already have some of. A blond haired kid brought me some a stanza or two ago
I struggled with this, heart. I have read it repeatedly but can only get a drop of juice out of it no matter how I squeeze. I still don't know if it's a lemon. There are, as always, some wet horny kisses, as serge would fantasise, but not for me....don't even go there
Best,
tectak.