Your lingering fingers,
Slow and heavy like a sultry summer afternoon,
Drifting lazily towards Netherlands
Procure in me sensations
Painfully beautiful
A kind of happiness
That makes me well up
In tearful bliss
and waves of unexpected gratitude.
“Thank you, I want to say,
For finding me
When I needed you most,
When I felt so hopelessly lonely.”
Now we can be
Alone
Together
With your lingering fingers.