Ghosts

Sing with me,
dance
cry
fall down
scream...
Let me feel you
your rage and your loneliness
your adulation and torment
euphoria and zen are your favorite yesterdays
and 
the dread of your tomorrows
while you practiced peace and balance
and 
the world seems happy to indulge you
but
you and I know better
we have bled and bonded over abandonment
we have howled at a solstice moon
and made love to our ghosts
I love that you are perfectly broken
and
that you confide your chaos in me