Unanswered fantasies are not discreet
Thoughts burned into the minds of the restless
Silent ghosts, tip-toeing with heavy feet
But they are not words for us to confess.

Lust for matters and things that cannot be
Matrimonies of what is and is not
With lullaby whispers we tame this sea
Wicked little details, only we’ve caught.

Yet somehow my body is translucent
Dull skin, thin and fragile with overt veins
Blood saturated with my existence
Tainted with the colors of love and pains.

Unanswered fantasies are not discreet.
Silent ghosts, tip-toeing with heavy feet.