Sugar ghost

 

Sugar ghost

 

Hold me like you would climb a mountain

The deep commitment long before the pack is shouldered

And the movement upward treks inside your muscles, overtired

tells you to lay down amid clover to simply forget

Instead feel this as an offering- some

Incan sacrificial pulse that dreams of glory and sanctification

Here inside my scars

Here inside my thunder

I want to scratch a small wormhole spot deep through some major artery

Where your secrets can bleat and complain

And there curl down tight, hibernating for all time to come ever yet

Repeating your words, an unreleased echo

A salve to my logic and tension convicted

I write this for you

And even more so for myself

For all the times you held that ‘us’ still

Despite the times I thought to move driven by some unceasing drift

That desire to pull you within me tight

To find a death in my own desire

Traces of love

Like sugar poured

And tasted

Fingers pulling patterns

Til the ghost sang within

And all the sugar melted

Left its sticky remembrance

On my soul

On my skin

Reviews

[Rayne]

Debbie, I'm so glad I found you on here :) I've missed reading your work, and I think I may have started back again, very slowly, but that's better then nothing at all.

I loved this piece! And Prince was exactly right, it is hypnotic in it's own way. I had to read it a second time through :)

Hugs,
Ange

[Cardinal Robin]

I just noticed this poem because DB was adding it to faves...and i'll ditto him to be EXTRA dorky. I guess I'm enthralled because your mind is like mine and it's like looking at a reflection of sorts....this effect of your word choices could be a tabula rasa from your matching the "form" of conscious flow, like Joyce, so as i read you it sounds like you speak through me...theres also a pendulum kind of melody, rhyme...to hypnotize you into this twilite...WOW...Exciting!

[Drifting Blue]

The title drew me in and I was hooked. This is some heavy duty talent here. Your word choice is excellent. You use compact vocabulary, not the prettiest words, but the best. So many good lines, but these stand out to me:
Hold me like you would climb a mountain

The deep commitment long before the pack is shouldered

I want to scratch a small wormhole spot deep through some major artery

Where your secrets can bleat and complain
A love with eyes wide open, knowing bliss and knowing torture, irritation and imperfection. Such an eloquent poem. I'm adding it to favorites.