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"

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