Even ghosts get thirsty. Come, share with me
a bowl of shaved mango ice and sweet bean.
I have the gift. I have proficiency.
I can traffic. I am the boy between.
Thirsty ghost, will you taste my love? my kiss?
will you taste my blood? I have more to share.
I can make you weak, small ghost, make you hiss
when you cum. And you will come. This nightmare
called thirst — suck greedy baby, greedy shade,
drain me dry — nightmares make us strange bedmates.
Loose your wild hair. Go down, lover. I prayed
for a thirsty love. Who said sex stagnates
after death? Take me deep inside — my breath,
my love — fill yourself with this little death.
