Linger on, your bright blue eyes, your Buddha smile,

and new morning highs.

Leave with me that sensual glance, the quiet miles,

and the provocative Gypsy dance.

Let us keep thoughts of intertwining lips, garbled whispers,

and slip-sliding hips,

remembering the joy, the louder laughter, the four o'clock reverie

and the sunrise after.

The horizon echoes with your prayers that rhyme, my mystic musings,

and the finite floating time.

Linger on through the darkness past, the burnt maps,

and the slippery crash,

the scented memories wafting through the autumn air

and the silent tears washing away the loss we share.