art rat cafe

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Haunted -

- he wears his ghost lightly,

woven on phantom air.

Haunted, his dream is delighting

in an old, forgotten waltz

danced through broken clouds

to be close, to be partnered beneath skin.

 

Turning, with sharpened sticks of fire

he marks the wing of the lightning.

Singing, he births colours and space.

Moving, he enters through broken strings

of a cracked violin

to be close, to be partnered beneath skin.

 

Entangled in ghost tossed glances

he plays his fractured dreams.

Entangled in haunting, enchanted and shining

he summons, from the burning borders of sleep,

the cast of the moon, the wash and cry of the sea,

the bright intimacy beneath skin.

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