Linger
...like the stirring wants of summer eves
that slumber in naked beds
that hold our attention from heart to head
linger
like the soft full lips that speak the neon tension
of need
that give us light and motion
intimacy that beautifies what the earth has
lost in smoke and war
linger easefully on my chest
lover
with anthems of lore in a spirited telling
that bind us in the seeds they sow
that the languid moon might own
for the voice I hear this passing night
rich with racing wine
lingers with its tasting
when all the bobs and buds of touch
bubble like the rain
Copyright © Brian Sambourne | Year Posted 2023
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