You make me linger
Through every curve of mystery
That hums for all the singers
Whistling in the want
To taste your finger
In every drop of honey
That fills the secrets
Where all the longing haunts
You make me linger
Inside the edge of memory
Drifting passed the circles
Racing in the mind
A true dead ringer
For Venus now descending
Around the echoes
Of dreams no eyes will find
You make me linger
Where forever turns to spin
Softly in the windows
Closed to fading suns
Now ask the singer
Without a song to whisper
Just where to write the tune
For all the hungry ones








this is beautiful and you are writing your songs right here and those hungry for connection are lifted up ❤️
Crimsin I am humbled by your response to my work as of late. Thank you!
Beautifully penned, Brandon. Another excellent write my friend. I concur with Brenda. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian