One - Ghostly Kisses

Time, I spend thinking:

What we shall say

Pulses withhold

Our eyes give away

I know we both harbor

A need for true words

The kind that do last

We keep beyond records

Many people in my home

And good friends too

When I’d rather be one

With either me or you

Tired, they seem louder

Burdened by lacks

I willingly patch

With euphoric crafts

And though they be taxing

They satisfy me

Like a hundred good naps

My body disagrees

Many people in my home

And good friends too

When I’d rather be one

With either me or you