°°° Stay °°°

°°° Stay °°°
You
are.

The drop falling from the beak,
the feather teasing the wind,
the tremor of water
wrinkling the gaze.

You arrive —
brush past —
and already you’re gone —

you swallow a smile
and the wine loosens into bubbles.

You stain the rim,
you do not ask for water.

You don’t ask: you take a touch.
You don’t listen: you decide me
with your eyes.

“Stay” — you say.

I breathe you in,
like a dandelion — fffuuhh —

and you, audacious,
remain.

In.
Me.

#cuordileoneminiature
#englishcontemporarypoetry
#love
#swan