let us meet here
in this hour
in this place
where no one else can find us.
like ghosts in the wind
let us pass through each other
spill our insides out
to run freely in the woods.
like waiters serving riches
let us present ourselves readily
dine on moral platters
eat ravenously with our bare hands.
let us say it all
in the dark in the flight
to soak in the hope
of giving everything.
the dreadful secrets residing within
the lustful impulses wearing thin.
-sgh
AN: I wrote this thinking of that scene in Bram Stoker’s Dracula, when Lucy waltses out of her grand bedroom to have a lil midnight party with the spirit of Dracula, in all its romping and intoxicating delight. I personally would have a dinner party and there would definitely be fondue.
I loved the poem and the fact that you were inspired by ”Dracula”! The lines: ”like ghosts in the wind
let us pass through each other” are especially haunting and beautiful!✨♥️✨
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