I will proceed to drown this post
A lingering lilt of longing
Between lips tightly pressed together
On the hot tip of a
Tongue;
On a fading breath.
The searing burn of
An imagined patience; like
Holding hands, and waiting to
Hate
A lost moment.
The cleverly buried,
Beneath discarded clothes.
But unguarded minds
Remember
That slight grimace.
The invisible sensation
Of nakedness, of submitting
To the power of a demanding
Soul
Over and over.
A lingering lilt of longing
Between lips that felt, briefly
The surrender of
Love;
Poignant, unrelenting.
Florence 2007
Between lips tightly pressed together
On the hot tip of a
Tongue;
On a fading breath.
The searing burn of
An imagined patience; like
Holding hands, and waiting to
Hate
A lost moment.
The cleverly buried,
Beneath discarded clothes.
But unguarded minds
Remember
That slight grimace.
The invisible sensation
Of nakedness, of submitting
To the power of a demanding
Soul
Over and over.
A lingering lilt of longing
Between lips that felt, briefly
The surrender of
Love;
Poignant, unrelenting.
Florence 2007
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