I placed myself amongst ghosts,
floorboards, stripped, bare and honest -
those paths, what remain, prey for romantics,
meaning by theft, unclothed, and love by absence.
My saint up to an empty hanging space, orthodox,
suicide pertaining, kiss, plaiting fingers down my back,
look onto my breath as company and perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...
I am a girl, I am a boy, lucid want, in span;
wanting to take, comfortably,
meet you there -
and if this never happens,
art of mine,
I do not mind waiting,