Loiter, if you wish

Stay. Just a little while more.
The kettle's still glowing,
This soft quietude is a complete song.
My feet are cold. Thereupon, stay...

Phrases. Words. Syllables. Sounds.
Then there is this. This voiceless harmony.
Time-telling machine, you satanic poltergeist,
Your incessant ticking, gleeful smug mirth.
I see through your sadistic masquerade.

Procrastinate that wistful step,
Linger. Now shutters down. The world sleeps.
The stars, they speak. Hush. Listen.
Nightly crickets, hum to us, your smitten patrons.
Your eyes, they prophecy a forest of unspoken devotion.

Ignore the amber ray of sparkling powder.
Here's a fleshy canopy of my snug shadow instead.
Pour out the milk. I'll fetch the morning paper.
Heavy lids open. I thought you stayed.