spooky furnature

I have been thinking of you tonight.

Sleeping in a haunted bed last night.

In Boston town.

There is a big bay with a defined edge,

of houses

and dark green curtains of land bush

that frame the water

only to be blocked

by the masts

of red

and blue

and white sail boats

in the silky salty

rock bottomed

bay

I have been thinking about the ways that I love you.

Why I want to love you one way,

but refuse to love you another.

Still talking like this,

now,

in this time.

In Boston Town.

In a haunted bed pretending that the hand of the ghost who strokes my thighs is yours.