UPON empty midnight streets
a washed in silver night rains
I carried your ghost in arms

Not once did you say —
or breath upon my skin
your ghost declines such pleasure

And on that cobblestone night
clickety-clack of horsemen
I saw your shadow in the park

Frozen-stare in congealed time
then in action I ran toward you
there by the grand tree of oak

Moonbeam drops through pale skin
opal hair distant stare
ruby lips love-drench gems

Away the world fell
cascade-passion drowned
eddies swirl-lust despair

You are the ghost
within my arms
moon-leaves fall
sparkle-night burn
one body–two hearts

I carry you today
— tomorrow-eternally
one body
— two hearts

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