Linger
Posted by Andy Frank
Set out to work, north way express lane left,
Chestertown bound Straight into the body,
the mountains winter hills of green and brown, painted white with a fresh first snow and lit upagainst a cold steel sky. moving closer through every twist and rise,
low lingering clouds reachdown into the valleysand brush soft and slow along whispering spruce. Air tastesl and, with pressing lipsAnd still driving this restless body, set off against a cold steel blue dodge,
engrossed in textures and contour, where moving along each subtle curve brings new form, I could reach out and touch herskin, soft her body, firm across such wondrous landscapes and luscious flavors relaxed and impatient,
she whispers, alive and brilliant
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