beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Haunted/Resurrected

Within the spaces

Thoughts bloom

Haunted by faces

In this

Empty room

Cigarettes and coffee

Comprise this symphony

Never lonely or despairing

For you are here

With me

Whether in spirit

Or warmed by your skin

To love you

So I not know 

Where I end

And you begin

If I’m a ghost

Clad in meat

Your touch means 

The most

To make me 

Complete

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