Our Ghost

Chaos 

now implore me,
show us
what normality can be.

Shake.
Shiver.
Taste.
Repeat.

Source to source
through dreams,
evoking the tempered pulse
within thieves.

Better than a car crash
unite our souls,
deeper through substance
all our ways, all we feign.

When was the last time you got excited for the rain?

Let us dance in it
then write us again,
two different scripts
filling our film, reeling our story,
two dark souls
forever ascending free.

A touch of fear
now stage our desire,
check the locks one last time
while suspense covers bliss,
and misery observes us
before we both turn to rust.

Now fill the air
breathlessly
with our obsequious affection
toward the sky...

We are few of kind.