Ghosts
We sleep alone
Moving backwards at the speed of light
Why couldn't we have stayed in Eden?
Where you tempted me with the sweetness of your lips,
Ripened in the warm winter’s night,
As the light from the moon cast invisible shadows on the floor
We lay together.
Our souls gripping beyond the boundaries of our flesh
“I’m all yours” she said
What matters is what we are here for
And not to prove if ghost exist
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starsofacidposted on 05/01/2008
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