Love's Sweet Ghost

I’m certain to succeed. Straw as thick As babies thighs That sprouted from my lungs. Glory on the lips that blow The darkness from my bones. The shrouded gaze, the winters heart, The reminiscent pose And my shaking hand. There’s no escaping light For knotted golden breaking through To linger with the day. The hunger lust deep in our bellies Is tearing us apart. An awkward meeting in a place Is nothing in this world But a wish away. If I were tickled rose. And not ashamed through Hood or wink To scribble and impress If I were pist on love’s sweet ghost Before the day was long And all the gracious plans Come falling from my lover’s eyes; Into the depths