Painting the ghosts

Kiss me gently when you come
wash me in the sweet sensations of life after life
eternal being, entwinement.
Rid my brittle bones of their stagnant fear of breaking.
Talk me through the night
bite my fragile love
gently pin down the butterfly wings
so they may relentlessly flutter
shaking dust and causing a stir.
Let it stir your soul
sink into me.
Clear the deck, scrub it 'til your fingers bleed
so we may soar high and brilliant.
Rearranging the shadows.
Painting the ghosts,
inviting them to stay where we left them
and find peace in sweet, still sleep.
Be still and quiet.
We keep each other close
and breathe our fears into the pillow...
when it's full it bursts at the seams
and we roll around in a mess of feathers, sneezing with delight.
Come and tell me a story,
I'll cook,
we'll light the fire
and drink too much wine.
This fuse is never ending
always alive
sparking back
where we left off..
for life is full of stagnant fears and sweet surprises.