Ghost In the Meter
I am following the footprints
Of a shadowed spectral shape.
Through every line and passageway
She sings to me in daydreams.
Songs of virility and violence
Of sexuality so savage.
The grousing of the planet,
Her heartbeat cracks the fault-lines.
She walks under an orange moon
In cornfields in November.
Singing soft her siren tune,
So I may listen and remember
That she may always be pursued
Until my bones like glass will shatter.
Copyright © Samuel Lee | Year Posted 2015
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