linger

a season, once. ablaze
with consumptive
passion. fruit like
lips feverish at night.
distant fog
horns blew. we
sank, dreaming.
entwined between
softness. and sighs.
her eyes. immense.
crepuscular.

yet, sinking. waking.
past shadows, present
as now, as then. it
lives in dreams, though
sleep is rare.
you rest with
in me, as if. we share
some thing in common
still. we do.
as if.

when i need
to forget you, traces
of your being cling
to me and my lives.
stray hairs unwind
from my clothes.
strange sleep
i was sure you
were taking part in.

seemingly, echoes.
or memory. the small
things. the sea does
not hide. even now, in
habiting my dreams.
at night, your voice
in my ear, a smooth
touch silken to my
skin. fleeting. like
approaching dawn.

sighs. softly.
i am not safe
within myself.
imprints inside me.
somehow. this linger.

such are the affairs
of my heart.