With a Ghost

Just keep fluting forever, my darling- my darlings! Don’t forget! I treasure you more than gold. Your soft voice is feathers. I’m choking on silver, lay me down in blond overtones.

A singer in a pink cowboy hat trailed fingernails down my face. “We’re on ecstasy,” he said. “All of us.” The whole band raged down with open mouths. I could feel the pulse through my fingertips and the speakers moving in tune to my bloodbeat. I thought I loved you when you reached forward and grasped the microphone. Your girl’s mouth dropped open every centimeter that you seemed closer to the crowd. So close, I brushed against the stage, dreaming of those words that came ever closer from your lips. Thrown forward, those speakers always tumbling over, the boy with the cigarette tongue, and those girls always bumming from me and laughing with their hair falling down.

Fall down fall down fall down. I’m holding on to you, deep underneath, soft and dark. I will keep moving until you move in me. I kiss that girl and that boy and I am holding words from you in my hands and they illuminate my eyes. My wrist is white-hot from the burn of your cigarette and my neck is white from the halo of your gaze. I’m looking for something I’m not finding. But I saw that girl catch eyes with me from across the garage, and what? What. I don’t know what you want, but I’ll empty my pockets until I give it to you.