Ethereal connection,

untouchable by the others,

and fuck the others.

 

Anyone would,

and us no less,

but we know fun,

passion,

yet sadness.

 

Sweet curves,

built to make grown men cry,

hold the weight of the world's

expectations of women to be thin.

 

Curved body,

a temple,

makes you want to get down

on both knees

and pray

or beg.

 

You are a ghost,

potential unrealized by others

But I look through and see you,

I see you

I see you through the drugs

love

sex

living

and you can come in from

the cold

that nips at heels so well travelled.

 

You've felt it,

haven't you?

 

The scars are there,

the healing is on the way,

drown it with fun

and people

who don't understand you

but I

I see you

I see you.

 

I see you,

ghost of now,

Standing out in a crowd,

only to vanish when the lights 

come

out and the bar stools are put up.

 

You were never there for anybody

despite who you leave with

and you're always 

coming

home to me.