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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