Ghost
Body is walking, soul is gone.
You can touch and kiss
But surely something you will miss
Body is walking, soul is gone.
Soul is gone, lips are talking.
You can come and hear
But surely you will miss something near
Soul is gone, lips are talking.
Like Jocasta and Oedipus Rex
You may have wild love and sex
But surely you will miss something dear.
Body is walking, soul is gone.
Copyright © Sayeed Abubakar | Year Posted 2015
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