Ghosts out of Focus

Bronze my bones with black howls
 turn my body into dreams
 spectral spools of movie stills
 blank shadows in the seats
 as my mind spills like milk
 drip across the screen
 reach down into the black
 kiss death's soft underbelly
 where we met...
 We're two ghosts out of focus
 a smear on the projector
 we're two ghosts out of focus
 what the lens couldn't capture
 Our secrets in celluloid
 our smoke-rise souls snake into ghosts
 Where a hundred haunts hawk
 we found our pleasures
 drawn in underwater chalk
 like silent traces
 a crevice full of crack-ups
 home to captured vapours
 slip down into the black
 trace the scriptless pages
 where we met...
 We're two ghosts out of focus
 a smear on the projector
 we're two ghosts out of focus
 what the lens couldn't capture
 Our secrets in celluloid
 our smoke-rise souls snake into ghosts
 We're two ghosts out of focus
 a smear on the projector
 we're two ghosts out of focus
 what the lens couldn't capture
 Our secrets in celluloid
 our smoke-rise souls snake into ghosts