Ghost in Your Garden

Black, terrible summer evening
we’re drowning in the steam
the humidity has this
battered mill town choking slowly

Without much thought
I made the giant leap
now it’s midnight
and I’m in your garden
with you on a bench
that’s crawling with ivy
your skirt drapes down
like an altar cloth

Cobwebs hang in every corner
spiders, our audience
for the event below
I waited too many months
and any drama that will occur
has its stage set tonight

It’s quarter past midnight
and I’m in your garden
you still won’t let me in
your nervous conversation
darts around your floodlit backyard
like wrens in city traffic

Half past midnight
and I’m in your garden
Your eyes, piercing this
all-encompassing night
tell me more
than you’d ever want to share

1 AM
Don’t bother with the latch
I can let myself out
the next time you let your guard down
will be too late
please take care
don’t let just anyone in