We Linger.

As...
Part of a person
Long thought lost
Carried by vein's current
From it's long laden frost

I'm a man again.
I've realized.*
An awakening moment of prehension.
Into a moment years since materialized.

49 days
Surely I should be feeling a whole lot better
Ways and ways and ways
You keep on coming back
I keep letting you in

girlsome that immortal which
by vibrant edge of slivered day

         (    stops suddenly   )

the miraculous bulge and clumsy twitch
o' sweetly crimsoned even's fay

unto to this day(–drugged
as which with
the sonorous
pull of jazz                            )

a dream is born
of coiffed in sighs
of drunken fuzz

the hurl burl
clap trap
of Paris ,

occasionally a girl mouth;
tongues; the
divine laughter
deep

within thighs(

where lays
a flower of April

                         (

giddy young and tight

)

immortaly dying

)

and serene