I saw a ghost at your door
Flimsy. Wispy. Terribly unsure.
Your arm appeared and you lured her in.
That wonderful lust. That terrible sin.
The sand had barely trickled through
When out she came,slightly blue.
More translucent than before
You made her less
By making her whore.
It wasn’t during..
You weren’t that brave.
It was later
You made her your slave.
I saw the ghost. The ghost was me.
I’m sure you’ve guessed it.
I’m sure you see.
It wasn’t all in my head.
I see that now, the lust is dead.
I see the ghost was in your eyes
The words you spoke. Those silky lies.
I may have been wispy
I may have been ghost
But you my dear
Were a terrible host.