Giving Up The Ghost Poem by Princess LilyPad

Polarized by a blanket of s$%T
That covers every guilt, every glance, every pit
Fingertips, lips, slip and fit
Until its all it is and all that's it.

Licks like a million tongue strokes sour
Not unlike the restless tallying of countless hours
Seething sweetly she lays down and pardons her power
Surrenders to assuage sages in guarded towers.

Expression mine is a tale of lore,
Impeccably labored and haute couture,
Beacons of light that dance under moons unsure
Flirt and cavort anterior to invitation's door

Shadow people walk the length of the ceiling
And beastly it turns; and stands firm as its being
Time, time-its sprites defy me to cease it
My binding breath and second hand levers release it

The ghost, the ghost it revels happenstance before
Inebriated and courting death on the innkeeper's floor
Slip out of the restraints, but tie me up to which I adore
Regrets beg insistence, today I do give up the ghost once more.