Not loitering that useless
unintentioned passage of time
but lingering
the word itself music upon my tongue
Staying past the time
where staying is required
Staying by choice not obligation
Staying in the place
where tendrils curl
quietly inward,
Staying where the sweetness
of sleep is lowered like
a curtain on the day
where entire dialogues
are held in hushed tones,
a place for deep gazing
into fragile feelings,
a place consecrated by
the feather touch of lips in my hair.
Oh I will gladly linger there.
lingering poem is divine.
ReplyDeletelove your every line
here,
very brilliant piece.