Haunted

I call you a ghost - for how do you get through these walls built with hewn stones shipped from mountains of understanding? How do you lure me by telling all the honeyed realms I'm missing in your arms when it’s clear it holds still the spike I turned half a shadow my new love cannot caress? -and no one understands the me with the haunted house in his skull who champions the war against their pasts I'm strong - till the candles go out and blues comes on, your favourite You do this with your tailwind as you walk pass from the past to seduce destiny into a place for you by my right hand I call you a ghost - for you walk without footfalls on the aisle and with whispers blow my arsenal into straw The light bulb does not cast a shadow of you when you hold a dagger to my old wounds - and what a mocking mystery to leave the door ajar to host you in my mind! I call you a ghost - for you lash me without leaving wheals on my skin Only these tears prove the palm wine tapper had climbed up my soul - and you find a body to possess that meets me at the crossroad thrusting me from your eyes with a spear inscribed upon with the words, "I still love you, Steve"