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"     I almost walked away yesterday,  couldn´t quite cross the bridge!  Maybe I will today,                          I hope.