Linger
Posted by Andy FrankSet out to work, northwayexpress lane left,
Chestertown boundStraight into the body,
the mountainswinter hills of green and brown, paintedwhite with a fresh first snow and lit upagainst a cold steel sky. moving closerthrough every twist and rise,
low lingering clouds reachdown into the valleysand brush soft and slow alongwhispering spruce. Air tastesland, with pressing lipsAnd still driving this restlessbody, set off against a coldsteel blue dodge,
engrossed in textures and contour, where moving alongeach subtle curve bringsnew form, I could reach out and touch herskin, softher body, firmacross such wondrous landscapes and luscious flavorsrelaxed and impatient,
she whispers, aliveand brilliant
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