Lingers

Reaching to thrive, love
Walked the misted morn
As little frogs scramble
Barely moonglow dusted
Bodies pressed together 
Searching the spaces
Between soft and darkness
Connected by need, desire
Perhaps the hidden moment
Tender the frail scene memory
is all that lingers now.

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