lingering

like light off the street signs

the cigarettes they burn

the eyes they still smolder

I wake up to find

these images still smeared

still proud in their light

still proud in your light

and my life

so drunk off the promises

of wisking me away

sorry not today

but maybe so soon

just don't walk away

just don't get on that train

just take me home

so I can foolishly, just laugh

laugh all the night away...way deep into the day

let me see with quiet fingers

let me brush you, let me brush, you let me brush with quiet fingers.

over again like the softest moan I know.

so blushing in suggestion

so innocent in protection

just brush as I laugh

just stroking for the giggles.