Ada Cottage Writing

Old Haunts

In this mausoleum city,
Where we would hide in bright daylight,
There were night-places that
We would creep into, where
My flesh would rise and
Clasping your hand in mine I
Would hold you so death-close that
You could feel my racing heartbeat
Through my shivering breasts
And I yours -
Yet I was never afraid.

And now in the clear light
Of daytime revelation of
How fragile our life can be, I
Am terrified to return
To those neon sepulchres -
I know now that they are haunted
By a shade that could so easily steal
Your sweet breath from my body.

Second version. Getting long again.

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