Ghost Couch Love
What abandon! What was abandoned? Golden dappled in the morning light. To make love - the ghosts - like no other. Up ended, variously crushed: not one item - couch or pillow - without an imprint, a sensual slant. When we make love we switch the character of the universe. Rough and tumble, some ghost - one hears - said that. Whatever rises, one trembles: the unmistakable gold aura, the not so casual imprint, a testimony - the couch - a fertile, indeed delightful, awesome you can tell me when I ride, bring me all the way back home: to live, to wake.
Abandoned couch above the trolley track, Dolores Park, San Francisco, California