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| Kissing the Ceiling - Tamar and Noah (2008) by Fred Muram |
I have heard of ghosts
who leave stains on the ceilings of houses when
their inhabitants are not looking
Tonight
I will be the ghost
I will kiss your white tiled ceiling
and leave a blood red lipstick stain
Come morning
when you open your eyes and
gaze up
I will be watching
Your smile or
your scowl will decide
whether I stay
for breakfast.
submitted for We Write Poems, Prompt #91, Kissing the Ceiling
