Linger On

(You)  
Sublime and calm,  
pecking and cooing  
at the unseen side of my brain.  
A breathless hug pinning my body to the floor  
asking me to come hard and let go this time;  
sometimes it´s on the floor  
sometimes it´s on the bed  
sometimes it´s in a book of poetry.  
 
I hope and dread     but secretly wait  
for you to tickle me with your soft syllables  
 
to pull down my arms  
and massage my lungs  
until they fall on top  
of my broken heart,  
 
but  
you  
do  
nothing.  
When you finish  
you just dance around in the air  
hanging from a thread  
with your damascus sword.  
Blow me kisses on your tip toes  
 
and say:  
"It´s not time for that yet"