Ghosts and Souls

by laying next to each other
we violated each others spirit space
the places around and in each of our auras
where bits of old love and sex dwell

No Cry Zones below,
we rise above to eye leveling
curiosity, our purest push
of query and peck

rolling with the chandelier sway,
Is that one of yours?
Our lost ghosts find us.
We hide below the covers

Great Grand’s quilt
all hex and charm, horses
rune and three tine forked
chicken ching tracks, salsa

We sweat below, it weighs on us
our skin crawls all over each other,
we flesh it out for the voyeur past-
be gone or stay, just be quiet

like a polite, vanishing memory