between my hands
are the ghosts whose faces
i cluttered with kisses
overlapping indignant stains
of how i loved
between my hands
are truths whispered
and hatreds revealed
souring the air
like ghosts
How I Loved
between my hands
are the ghosts whose faces
i cluttered with kisses
overlapping indignant stains
of how i loved
between my hands
are truths whispered
and hatreds revealed
souring the air
like ghosts
AbyKittiwake 