something left behind.

 

The ambiguity of consciousness.

This is not real.

Dream stage. You dance upon the

Waters edge. Ghost lips. This too

Shall pass before the eyes beneath

The applications of laughter.

A representation of domestication.

You hold your leash handing off

The lead. Hold it tight. Hand me off,

Holding this you take the lead.

You let go, this part means nothing now.

Destruction of constructed silent partners.

This will not be named love after all. The

Dreamer dies only upon awakening. Eyes

Opening wide, the ghost whispers something

Sweet and holds me all night long.

I drink her tears while you hold her heart.

I’ll hold my heart while you hold her hand.

The ghost stirs, a shadow kiss. I’d take it all

To keep the fire warm.

Reviews

[Michael X]

Really nice poem, the meaning opens the feature in many ways and strikes me as metaphysical romance.
Keep up the great work