Tell no one I'm married to a poltergeist |
TO MY POLTERGEIST To my precious poltergeist: The lights are out on this night of Christ I blow out the last lonely candle And darkness my eyes dandle I lie down to hear you knock And turn your set of keys in my lock And open my door with a slow creak Like the whine from the winter birds beak Your footsteps draw you near Pattering on the floor, like rain on a wharf Robes sway in the wind Like a thousand trees agreeing they’ve sinned You breathe your words like the wind of the west Calling all things ghostly to your nest And in your world I am foreign But in wedlock I have become your Gorgon Clothed in your jewels Worshipped by all your fools Queen in your pools Your faceless voice--your tool You sing to me my favorite one Tickle my ear with your tongue Chant your prose on ears otherwise deaf Breathe your ballad into my breath Let your noise be quite for tonight is our peace Empty chatter and nonsense you cease Smoky lips upon my breast I quiver at your behest Smack of a kiss under my dress Ravish! Take of me no less Make me your subservient mistress With words and whispers you have me harnessed And freedom would give me no succor For I seek to be imprisoned in your cryptic lore Are you waiting on the world? Or is the world waiting on your herald? Were you the sign that was chosen? Or am I the omen? You touch my face like you’re answering my question Cold tingles like you are my portion But my mind will not formulate these thoughts Stubborn and vile, ignoring what I sought So characteristically distraught Heal me tonight my amorphous ghost Empty my mind so terribly engrossed Tell no one that light is a heist Tell no one I am married to a poltergeist Tell no one I came tonight |