Ghost love

 
 
 
 

I take you off

My skin

Like petals

Down with the bathwater.

You take me off

Like sheet music

Dripping off

A piano

In a noisy room

You feel

Its tune. 

My love we are not

A color

Or a Watergate

Or a lose balloon

We are the world

In a teacup

Balanced on the moon.

 

 

Tania Nathan

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