Phantom Love
what ghosts held thee in thy tongue
when we first spake
sweet sable eyed mage
whose whispers
have haunted me so vehemently
pray as I may to be
forsaken, forgotten, free
what spirits, prithee
what alchemy didst thou shackle
so recklessly ‘neath my breast
what demons of unrest
slither so stubbornly within
boa constricted arteries
what specters held thee in thy tongue
my undying phantom love
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