lingers
i call his name, flowing silk that slips away.
a faceless voice whispers on the breeze.
i embrace the sound, wave its bouquet like a wine,
and touch it with my tongue.
i clutch it in my hands like running sands through my fingers.
and it lingers for a moment and is gone.
Copyright © Tony Knox | Year Posted 2025
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