Poltergeist

I wish to make my dreams more entertaining for you, I want to be dressed differently the same every night, so that you do not lose interest. I wish to be your obsession, so that even when you’re far out at sea that my songs would deafen your ears to those of the waves and that I would once again run across the troubled fields of your mind that the beauty of your surroundings would become unbearably incomparable

I know if I could I would have you on my balcony every night, so that I would not have to wonder where you are when you’re not making tea for you and me.

I dread the knocks on the door that disturb us, but periodically, I have to come into contact with these people who bring me their magic tea, but I know their tea promises to heal me supposedly of my obsession with thee but I believe I am not sick and if I drink this tea, their tea, times many you would be stolen from me forever

So I wait for you to return with your place set at the table, for you to bring me you

Ceaser Mata