ts not cruelty
that makes me linger
upon your breathless impatience.
Its part mastery
the striking of taut piano strings.
Its part pleasure
Lost to time and space
Semibreves and quavers of whorls and ridges.
Its part imagination
I am you am me
a span shuddered by unison souls.
As dewdropp to the mighty seas,
A linger to your fevered please.