Poem Of The Day #8

In my dream, you take a thousand shapes and forms,
but last night you are shapeless and formless,
only a shadow, a whiff, a soft press, and a vague impression. 

But I saw the tattoos. What a surprise?
All over your shoulders and arms and elsewhere--
figures of beauty and disrepute.

You are my resident ghost. 
If I say "go away", you are going to come more often.
So I refrain and let it be. 

I thought you would eventually leave, 
visiting somewhere else.
But I was wrong. 

You are here for the last ten years,
and I am sure
you and I will live hauntingly ever after. 






32 thoughts on “Poem Of The Day #8

  1. Perfection is dripping on all the words. Sometimes I feel good being a person who believes that ” love is another form and shape of illusion”.

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  2. Wow you are so welcome, it’s truly a pleasure πŸ‘πŸŽ‰πŸ˜‚. You have a way of making me feel extra happy and you can call me Troy as well if you want haha πŸ’•πŸ’•

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  3. Loved this poem till I can’t love this poem anymore πŸ’™πŸ’™. I had not visited your spot for a few days but I am glad that when I finally did, I was greeted with this precious poetic excellence πŸ˜‚πŸ‘

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