I’m going to leave you
as ghosts
back there under that
moonlight.
Your lips left there
on my shoulder
drawing
your big, scared,
sacred, sensual feelings
out of you
there in that
ghostland
where I leave you.
A last time,
an eternal seance
with your feelings there,
not here,
left with the ghost life.
Witch’s word, witch’s covenant.
I step into the sunlight.
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