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