Town of Ghosts
This is a “Weekly Spotlight” feature piece
I set first foot here/ On this dust This red earth Lit ablaze by the wide, full moon The one the wolves cry to The old, dark women pray against Howling as if they gave Life to the smoldering ground/ When we were fresh on each other’s minds New to our touch/ Smooth, brown hands gripped around tender flesh Shoved between my wet/ I disappeared into that rhythm The pump of your hips The taste of your sweat Was like blood to me Earthly, real, warm/ I lost myself there Dazed by what I saw in you/ felt from you I feel kinda free Falling/ No thoughts of the bottom It fades with the smoke/ The barren space of time Lingering on/ and on Around us/ so wide/ so vast/ So dark I barely notice It’s there/ hugging me/ breathing the air in my lungs Leaving me gasping and clutching for Life Fighting with arms that have gone numb/ Nothing hurts except the thought Of hitting the bottom/ pummeling against the reality Of this ghost town
© Ama Akoto (2018)