I’ll sneak into your room at night.
When you sleep your neck arches back and your mouth is ajar. It’s like you’re yelling or praying or coming. I’ll have to stop myself from touching that lucky tooth.
Don’t wanna wake you – So I’ll just undress myself,
I know how to do these things, know how to draw the shades.
I just want to sit on your body and blow smoke at the ceiling. Let the spirit linger.
You thought that there was a ghost in your room, but it was just the smell of the basement seeping into your floor and
when you yell
so do your cats
and when I yell
it’s always so quiet.
I like the idea of your fingertips, my lips. Just another lazy hunter.