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



Perfect introduction. It was very needed.
(I very much miss editing your blur trying to make some sense out of it.)
I thought of the other -ingering first.