Lingering

Love can be a very funny thing
Sometimes… you don’t even realise it’s there
It’s just lingering… around the corner
 
You can sense it.. smell it.. taste it…
It’s never quite in your eye line
 
The sensation’s all around you
And yet you can’t quite put your finger on it
 
You deny it to yourself
Deny its existence at times
Because you don’t want to disturb… that beauuutiful thing
Just lingering.. lingering in the back of your thoughts
 
Lingering in your bed.. lingering in your mind
Where is it.. how can it be so
 
You want it so desperately
Fear it’s something you’ll never know
You may feel it time and time again in life
If you’re ever so blessed
 
But sometimes… just sometimes
You might be so lucky.. as to find it
Place your fingers on it
It’s just out of reach
 
That perfect thing…
Where does it come from
Where does it reside
 
In your minds-eye
Just around the side
 
The side of your conscience
The sides of your being
Slip and slides throughout time… and space
 
What is love as a concept
What does it mean
Where does it come from

How come it’s unseen…
 
Where does it belong
Is it human, is it not
Is it real
Has it been forgot
 
Is it something only in old fairytales
romantic novels.. theatre plays…
Was it only people like Shakespeare who really knew what love meant
 
You run your finger around your lips
A kiss
So tender
So sweet
Forever lingering