he is everything and nothing
all beauty, all filth, all silence, all danger
he is her life and her death in one dark, sweet moment
while she is haunted by a past forever the future
he comes to her at dawn, makes her forget she is ghost
a hole where her heart once lay, no flesh on her bones
he comes to her at dusk, his clothes falling to her feet
holding her in his arms until she is no longer ghost
they kiss
becoming kiss
becoming fuck
she takes his eyes that she may see that which he sees
she takes his hands that she may hold that which he held
she takes his lips, that she may share in all his kisses
wanting nothing, she takes everything
she weeps tears of lust as
a thousand snakes crawl from her cunt
reminding her of what she is
zero, never one, never two
always becoming that which is other
desolate, she must fuck again to survive this surfeit of love
so many beautiful boys have died at her pale hands
so many green grey eyes making her their final feast
their bodies entangled as she takes their last breath in her
she is as sad as ghosts
she weeps rivers
fills oceans with her sadness
sky heavy with remorse for acts not yet committed
to fuck is to forget
she melts him with a gaze that is fierce, yet tender
feels his throat under her teeth
watches the life escape from his eyes
he is always river, always boy
and she will always be, ghost.

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For Brennan...who taught me more than he knows.