The ghost and the girl
Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on January 8th, 1991 No Comments »
Alone
in his eye
She sings.
Spoken ripples of earth
cascade from her breath
and fall
Potent magic, sacred rain
siezing his hand
Drawing blood from his fingers
capsize his world
withdrawing him
into the pyramid of dying sky.
The ghost and the girl.
She sings
unwillingly
and he dies in her arms;
Choked by her beauty,
fleeting images snared behind his eyes
unreachable touch lodged in his throat
suffocated by rapture
entombed in desire,
His spirit rises into the heavens
of her sweet song.
