how to have sex with a ghost – revised

The Sounds Inside

Black crocuses
for a white flag,
tonight we bring the dead
back to life,
the banshees and
saints, absorbed by
their violence,
cultivated by centuries
of silence, I am not
done with you yet,
forgive me,
please.

Don’t lead the horse to the water,
if you are not ready
to drown it,
it should have been us,
that night,

fury,
oh fury,
how I want you,

In that confined mess of a
misinformed orgy of bodies
and scripts and curtains
closing, lights blazing,
singing about pockets
overflowing with
wildflowers to
ward off the plague,
there’s a hairline fracture
in every syllable,
in every melody, in every
right hook of
forgiveness,
as we beg those ghosts
for closure.

Spilling out tooth and
nail on hardwood foundations,
rosewood necks and
steel ropes, we obsess
over lines in the sutures,
and it makes me feel
alive.

that rupture split
and I’m gagging, and…

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Author: oldepunk

Writing about my views of the world in a stream of conscience style

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