ghost

I could write a thousand poems
to describe the fantasy I'm living
a fantasy that would bring death
the inevitable death...

mountains of lust
showered by tears
nights of passion
days of regret

I'm yours
but you don't belong to me
vivid and beautiful nightmares
saints of apathy

Love is blind they say
but obsession makes you blind
reality is not longer present
just mind and heart

Pulverizing glimpses
and your hair...
like waves teasing
the playful wind

I exist just to dream
just to wait for your permission
to drink the antidote
and die from it...

Don't have mercy
let me die between your legs again
i already realize
that i am a ghost.