Linger: Poetry


Lover,
I think of you in dark hours
when the sky has wept
its last twilight tears

The memory of you
creeps in past the threshold,
pulls up a chair and
takes my hand

Another time and place,
we played at being
Adam and Eve
amid a celestial dance

I've searched for you
amid strangers
hoping the stars would bring
you back to my embrace

You linger,
forgotten love of lore
whose scent follows me
through history

You linger,
dazzling star of my heart
who remade me in the
image of your kiss

And I linger
only half alive
waiting to see your eyes
again in the crowd
as you walk towards me...

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