"In today's world, love, art, and magic are greatly needed" Fritz Scholder.

domingo, 22 de agosto de 2010

Ghost

Closing my eyes
Capturing your shadow
Phrases from the past
Air bouncing inside the empty room.

Solitude and quietness
An umbrella covering emotions
Tasting my lower back
Tasting my lips.

From the other side of the country
A ghost once came
He spoke my language
Slightly apologizing for his accent.

Over and over again
I keep replaying the sweet sound of his voice
Tripping downwards
Reaching further.

One afternoon after two months
You surprised me
I was mad
I was injured.

It hurts, its true, it hurts
To smell your sweat
To share a regular morning.

You leave, every time you leave
I wait and wait and wait
Creating stories in my head
Manipulating my reality.

The ghost nods
The ghost says yes
The ghost keeps me with his eyes staring
With his thirst for hunting.

I wish I could peel his skin
To eat every bone from his skeleton
To have him sleep quietly
To have him scream with joy.

Waiting, I keep waiting
Hours seem like days
Minutes seem like years
Visualizing the back of his neck.

Always calling my name in deep silence
Tonight I'm calling yours with affection
A roller coaster of emotions
Holding my waist , I beg you to stay.

But you always leave
Cause you don't even exist.

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