The Blond & The Ghost Poem by Najib Altawell

The Blond & The Ghost



A ghost in a box
In a blond woman lap
Moving in and out
Catching the dim
Light
Weaving within
A cruel mental
Trap

The pony tail
Of the blond hair
Dancing from shoulder
To shoulder
As the ghost
Trying impatiently
Creating
Images
Of death
And lust

The slim long fingers
Hold on the 'lipstick'
Painting the lower lip
Brushing away
Mentally
The creeping
Ghost
Back Again
To the
Invisible
Box

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