Breathe in love's ghost
A sharp breath.
A broken addiction.
A love that is taken
is a heart split in two.
A love split is a heart that rattles,
the pieces clanking inside.
Breathe in the ghost of my heart
Ghosts you have become.
Invisible to yourself, to me.
Hidden away in grasses too tall
Escaping under a blanket like the sea
Endless expanse, a vast ocean
that never leaves me cold or wet
that takes me far from the ghosts of all
But ghosts with souls not unlinked
find a way back to one another...
Love's ghosts cross blanketing seas
but burst bubbles of warmth
Oh spektors' kiss, you leave me cold!
Love's ghost is not so warm.
Love's ghost is worn and lovelorn...
© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2011
