Early in the Morning, Late at Night v.03

In my body
lives a ghost

grown from broken love
abandoned promises

But you and I are a smudge stick
kick it out

[onto bowlegged
wind-whipped streets]

we smile all day
and at night

far away, together

Hen feathers, sunglasses
sour candy and

in my mind
your feet touch mine

Tell our story
with a smile in your voice

Your scent
is my desire

long time redefined
each rain-dropped night

As the chimes ring
you are in my dreams

The ghost, now starved
says nothing