Linger
I think of you-
sometimes dancing;
at sunset in an-
apartment building.
Fragmentally moving-
your internal portrait;
in a crowded room-
of blank expressions.
(Full circle spinning)
while the tambourines
play: “Say-hey,
slow motion forever.”
(Slowly) lay your head in my hand; if only
for a moment, don’t give me time to forget again.
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