The Linnet

Transient

don’t blink, don’t stop, feeling.

Bask

inside, this evanescent touch.

Warm

skin tingling, beneath the tips.

Smooth

lips brush gently, across silk wings.

Shivering

softly, as you take off, gone, soundlessly.

Memories

still fluttering, stroking my soul.

Abi Baker © 18/08/12

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