your complexion
in the paled comparison to mine
is a ratio that's
laughable.
you waved your ginger skin
against shores of mobile county,
wishing white elms
weren't so closely colored
to my rind.
.
.
the sea reminds you that i'm here
sitting as a dream that's rocking
in its chair
that's similar
to ginger skin on ivory bone.
.
.
tell me,
i'm your ghost,
'cus i haunt you every night
when wind wisps curtains
in your room,
and stars align
like
yesteryear.





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