These Ghost Kisses
Ghosts live on my lips
Where lovers’ tongues
Used to twist and kiss
Then leave.
And they haunt me,
Echoing in every
Lovely moment.
The gone-by memories
Of despise.
I got fed up
With those lies.
But when you kiss me
Slow and gentle
I feel myself
Leaving traces of my ghosts
Among these kisses,
As the things I say
Have all been said before
And these ghost kisses…
I’m sure, they know.
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