Ghostly lovers

some times::

we met on a rainy day..
when the streets were puddles
and the cloud was grey..
we sat behind the toilets of lust..
in the putrefying smell of love
we shared a glass of vodka

she stole my ears::

i have lovely eyes,
glistening teeth and wet lips
why wait !pierce ur dagger
and flood me with a million mutinies
Many wounds u see over me
some stale,some fresh with blood
take me to those depths
where i lay awake all night
smearing over my crushed breasts
and ruptured vagina
let my wail awaken the dead
and hang me on a lonely post
with strings of love clutched to my neck


iam undressed:

My dagger has long been rusted
bequethed to a queen in hour of love
it lay in her like a lifeless serpeant..
a comfort in her lonely nights

I have no medicines to heal your wounds
nor an axe to plough your feilds
Love i have left in my windowless room
and lust i cover in sheets of rubber...

Let
unborn children
lead us in our Ghostly love...