Lingering

Ha. not fingering, you ass. Anyway. let's go. This, as usual is a fallout poem. if you can call it that. excuse the lack of formal formatting, i write too fast and refuse to edit the consciousness out.

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a soft touch ive never felt,

gates unlocked but the path unwell;

simple things and giggle ing

a sound unlocks a leveled-updoor.

Taste it long and feed on dreams

the feelings stay, the lingerings.

goosebumps fade but the sensations mint

like julep on the porch,

a heaven sent.

My eyes shut loudly and my look goes in

i can see my feelings feel me

and the things that linger in

a jolt from my spine,

like a 31st degree mason

electricity ingited and to the cosmos i go

tethered gently to the ground

by lingerings, that are not foes.

heat in the shape of your palm in places

theyve never been

blows a raspberry

im full of cringes atm. im not re-reading this before i post it