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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Wrestled Notes

“I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, when his wing is bruised and his bosom sore; when he beats his bars and he would be free, it is not a carol of joy or glee, but a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core.” Paul Laurence Dunbar
andreation

Simple prognosticated rhythms flow and diverge

Collapsed principles pile in crumpled beats

Pounding the seconds to say a moment

A tickled thought dances in pretend reality

Hobbled by fettered hope in surreal mist

Finding shadows that breathe life in short bursts

Life’s nemesis throttles the throat of peaceful suns

Wrestled notes become a winged song