'Lingering For The Instant': A Poem by Elizabeth York Dickinson

LINGERING FOR THE INSTANT

I saw him, in that room

absent of chill, arms mild,

carrying life’s flames that waned,

breathing embers, attracting

a wand, releasing his

lips, kissing my whisper.

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Elizabeth York Dickinson received her MFA in writing from Sarah Lawrence College. She has work published or forthcoming in Eunoia Review, Picaroon Poetry, Ghost City Press, Riggwelter, and Ink in Thirds, among others. She currently resides in Evanston, Illinois. Follow her on Twitter @aworldwanderer.

Photograph by Elizabeth York Dickinson.