night vision

late visitor ~ O' haunter

of the house of me

(tho you are welcome & i invite you in

so vivid you are almost real.

mad-laughter & low-moanings

echo in this vaulted room.

& you just shake those chains you wear

when all i want, ghostling, is to hold you.

(unlocked,

the key is to not be scared

& to forget that you are not here

in body as you are in spirit.

but i beg you - be careful, specter ~

for i know where your bones lay

& for them to hold against my own,

i am both above & not.