thoughts linger
on the way your hands lingered
whenever your searching heart came across my skin
and the bare touch of you next to me
with your lungs pressed up to me
would be enough reason to close my eyes skyward
see the history of time and space
breathe until you take my breath away
and I give it up soul-willingly
heart-poundingly, mind expanding
to encompass all we are at this moment
in that bursting light of memory-

and a lingering thought
on the way your hands lingered
on the way my heart lingers.