weird to write something
about you. even weirder, gone faces
dancing again before my very eyes.
books that brought us together —-
the rosy crucifixion, tropic of cancer —-
i came looking for.
your face overwhelm me.
how far you want to go?
i’m talking to myself again.
and now i’m uttering both
promises and curses, dreams even…
( ghosts dancing alive in far distance and you here with me )