the cinnamon red man
waited,
behind the lock and key
glaring
instead of answering his
'where the hell have you been!'
she stared right through him
and calmly replied,
'I've been with the ghosts tonight
they promised they wouldn't attach
yet, two of them came home with
the ghosts of misery and pain
you can't see them,
but they're here just the same

walking, trudging up those creaky, wooden stairs
before all mayhem broke free
she spoke with the ghosts of yesterday's pain
and agreed to let them follow,
if only they wouldn't attack
no more sorrow
could she bear
not now,
not ever
again

why did she need to explain
this love,
deep love for another
she had tasted once
and remembered,
how could you blame her
for wanting that.
just one more taste
of that nectar,
sweet

10/05/2009

Posted on 10/06/2009
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