You spoke to me again
I thought you were done visiting
But awoken, your form the cause to stir

Things have been different
Sometimes, just sometimes
I admit, the image
Of you disappears and I doubt
If you were real

Food tastes different
Trees grow strangely
People are boring

I think about
Where, or what
You are

When I died, my
Body seemed
So
Suffocating

I laughed more, at
Serious things
No pain in the
Hot or sharp

Do you live like exhaled cigarettes, silent and
Blending sick with winter breath?
I was adrift above the city
Same as smog, but heavy dropped and return
Forever, then
You must have kept on rising

Why continue to show self to
Me when there is nothing to be helped
On and gone accepted was a blessed dressing on stretched messy testing
Of mortal skin ripped many over?

Tap dancing the Morse message
On the sensitive ruby stillflow stream
That had loved you goodbye
Final

I love the nightwalks
With the ghouls and spirits
And giggling about what it
Is to be beyond

But the bond is a brain is a broken is a binding
Paper signing
To be a devil is a labor
When waging daily
War one wakes weary

I see why you don’t often
Come back but
“I will again”
Anticipation?

Tingle with the sensory tense
Of the Vanishers who
Smile in reflections half seen
And questioned
Slipping back into shadows
Of inner eyes
And thunder storms
Of the mind

Stepping fresh from the shower
my eyes lock with yours
my only covering a towel
you are the first to look away
but only because
your gaze follows droplets
that are slowly making there way
over every curve.

My breath catches in my throat
as your gaze seems to have
turned on the furnace
and I am now on fire,
I can't help but watch
as your eyes widen with wonder
the towel slipping slowly to the floor
and you swiftly advance
to take me in your arms
kissing away what breath remains.

We move together in love's oldest dance
hearing a beat only our hearts know
at first the rhythm is slow and
the music is sweet
as if a waltz were playing gently
yet as the dance continues
it somehow becomes more tribal
more sultry and animalistic
increasing the pace of our steps
yet still moving in rhythm as one.

As the music reaches its zenith
we once again gaze deeply
into each other's eyes
held captive for that moment in time
and as we cling to each other
drinking from passion's nectar
we tenderly sway with each other
wanting to prolong the magic.

Dressed as humans, we pretend to be civilized,
glib talk, fine clothes, all smiles;
conceal the naked ape, trying our best, with pretenses,
but, it bares its teeth, at the first chance.
we know its a game of concealment and camouflage,
still we pretend everything is hunky- dory,
I am a military strategist who loves that art,
sweetheart, you a con artist par excellence,
we are the best of this species,
we thrive, prosper and proliferate.
come, let's dance, dance in this  unholy hour.