Midnights Mouth

He lit a match

in the back of my mind,

said, “Come with me,

we’ll leave time behind.”

Your ghost still sways

on the porch in red—

sunflowers bloom

where the living once bled.

And I speak in smoke,

sing in lace,

dance with spirits

you can’t face.

Kiss me once,

then hush your mouth—

love comes crawling

from midnight’s mouth.

Ectoplasm dreams

in black and white,

he said I tasted

just like night.

Cigarette ash

and cotton gin,

I pull you closer,

then breathe you in.

Yes, I speak in smoke,

sing in lace,

dance with spirits

you can’t chase.

Kiss me once,

then hush your mouth—

love comes crawling

from midnight’s mouth.

You say you don’t believe in ghosts…

But darling, I’ve been one

longer than most.

So light the match,

and take me south—

where truth pours slow

from midnight’s mouth.