In a place to sing
with a little dancing room
I realized what desire is -

the need
to make someone else
to yourself known.

Then waking
like a ghost
hungover on your
pleasures to an empty
bed and a lonely
room with hope
that they'll return
soon

knowing full well
if they do you've
finally met your match
and if not

you're just
another ghost
rotten to the core
searching for a door
to pass through
to another world
a world that
doesn't exist.

And all of this
happened last night
in a place to sing
with a little dancing room