I fell for a wandering man in a haunted house

He went decades ago still the peeling place stands

Gray picket fence tilts at panes curtained with twigs

How those French doors shook when we made love.

 

He went decades ago still the peeling place stands

Jealous ghosts aghast at our unfiltered passion

How those French doors shook when we made love

Have I eroticized loss?

 

Jealous ghosts aghast at our unfiltered passion 

Gray picket fence tilts at panes curtained with twigs

Have I eroticized loss?

I fell for a wandering man in a haunted house.