MOVE ME POETRY — A POETRY COMMUNITY LIKE NO OTHER
Lingering
I know your sweet touch
it colours the aching dawn
paints it softly rose
breathes fire into the darkness
awakens the day
with languorous caresses
I feel your sweet touch
as the wind tangles my hair
in the warm spring rain
and when winter chills my cheeks
wakes me from slumber
and marks the path back for me
I long for your touch
time does not take you from me
lingering, you fill my dreams
© Ann Bagnall
