The Virgin Ghost
to me and me only because i say so.
All odorous within the grave
I create yellow ghosts against the trees
Beware! The feeling is vanishing
All poisonous near the shadows
I summon wanting weirdness against the wind
Awaken, awaken! The fun is vanishing
So rabid near the virgin
I ensnare dank teeth before the dream
Heavy! The day is done
darkening hesitant
saying goodbye
all his wounds in front
At how many harbours
the face in your mirror
turn aside
and miss his turning
realizing the fact that he is burning.
(2013)
#DeepPoem
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