Ghost

Animate blues kissed my neck on that drizzle lit street , her wardrobe was dull with a bit of dead lights  . I felt like a clown in a puddled street , amazingly crazy yet ironically natural .  She haunted my eyes , coconut scent apparitions played fiddles under the bridge . Crazy twisted something amazingly sexy , be my poltergeist banging on the walls , were just twisted beautiful ghost walking away on that drizzle lit street .