Ghosts On Barstools

their energy lingers, stirring
while humans shift between oak and brass
doubled on rocks
mixing material and ethereal
like old lovers on the verge

regret burns more than
whiskey memories
nights spent licking flames from barked skin
all now mellowly reduced
from love
to simple skin rituals
before final call

by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

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