Sunday, May 03, 2009

When I sleep

you come to
make love
to my ghosts

I stir

as the air splits
and writhes

wraiths
line up
to take you

I cannot wake up


its not me
you look for

as you draw us down

2 comments:

burning moon said...

a ghostly lover - nice fantasy write. I'm not quite sure whether the 'you' at the end of the poem is the same 'you' as is in the beginning? hmmm I get a little confused by the last two lines.

Chris Never said...

Well, the you is supposedly the same you, drawing me and my ghosts in, but I will look at reworking if it is confusing :)

Ghost lovers are an easy and ongoing theme *grin*