Linger

that morning in our makeshift bed
-the first time-
rain snuck in over our restless heads
tapping along the sides of the tent

you shifted,
arousing from your slumber,
to linger with me
soft and slowly;
our faint silhouettes dancing
as the rain faded
and morning rose through the mist

and in the darkness
the next night
our bodies arrested in delight-

and further still
we are weeks removed
from each others company
and i still feel your gentle press
against my thighs
against my chest

against my heart...