--Guess I always knew how to make love with ghosts --

-whispers-
. . . Invariably. we come back to that which we know
it’s written in our bones.
ancient scriptures from a time that knew nothing of lies
buried. with crazy glue. so you can feel safe.
‘this’ won’t ever break.

I’m meandering. can you feel me now.
pacing the cage in the confines of this eternal question mark.
if you .. could see me now
mascara claiming my cheeks with daggers
even they know how to spell your name
I’m dancing with silence in this masquerade
guess your invitation got lost in the mail

you’re never here. still. I hear you screaming
In crowded rooms. In your head.
i feel your bony knuckles threatening the walls
they’re shaking. like my heart. Convulsing in seizures.
Goosebumps are consuming my crumbled flesh
An invasion of the soul

The prettiness of you, my dear friend
-touches air-
these precious things that suffocate
me. through slumber. You. jack of all trades
you are sugar. wet. poured on top of me. grated against my skin
you are regret. Locked firmly in this silent reverence
in my lust you stick like laced cellophane
you are the fucking chirp tearing up the field inside my world
no one wears my lipstick like you on their stomach
on that smooth warm flesh beneath my curled fingers

Guess I always knew how to make love with ghosts

my tongue traced your ears intimately.speaking in moans
I hear your heart sigh unwillingly.N I’m walking away
Watching you without eyes. I refuse to let you die.
This night murmers of bones.
Those forgotten. Those unseen. Those lost.
To the wind.. to infallible opportunities lost with time
I tried to bite my way into you. Tried to stay
but I read between your lines. Your harnessed intents
I’ve been waiting much too long … for you

Meaning is never lost. Just seen.
too clearly for shallow words to cover.
the essence of truth.

You don’t really mean it
My dearest Iscariot
You treacherous fiend. I’m here. Still. Always here

Carved Bare.

Sprawled on dirt covered carpet.
Filaments of yearnings intricately intwined. Plush lies.
In the graveyard of lovers. Planting your name
Besides my deadly nightshades. Exhales of butterflies
Imprinted with your soot
My long tall chimney man, sing your song
We’re bound to lose an arm, a heart, a tooth
Along with our pride, and all we deemed to know

Which was never much
But our bones know so much more

“Sshhh”

Let them whisper to us
Let them sing
Our lullaby