His ghost haunts my sleepless nights
By the smoke of burning cigarettes
The dreams of our dances between the fights
Tick-tock – to the rhythms torments
A pillow top supports the carnal imprints
Made by voracious lovers
The aging scent of sensual sweat transmits
On soft cotton covers
Diseased from reckless drugs and alcohol
Days and nights covered and unused
Calling me to return to its torture hall
Heartache bows my head from abuse
Fear of letting go
the old lies keep the beast breathing
Consuming my energy from below
Climbing out from under is deceiving
Break the mold of dissention
Crush out the burning cigarettes
Create my dance with new intention
Discard my sleepless lonely regrets
Babs Work In Progress 