Linger –

“Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.” – Kurt Vonnegut 

Satin moments play with time

Seconds become hours in jest

And I linger still

In your world

 

Velvet whispers in my vision

Night and day flash into one

And I linger still

In your dreams

 

Silken cords tie my passions

Constraints of minutes broken

And I linger still

In your lustsAlso published in Broowaha

First published in Opinions Of Eye

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