Sweet Nectar Memories

the cinnamon red man waited, behind the lock and key glaring. instead of answering his 'where the hell have you been!' she stared right through him and calmly replied, 'I've been with the ghosts tonight' they promised they wouldn't attach yet, two of them came home with the ghosts of misery and pain you can't see them, but they're here just the same walking, trudging up those creaky, wooden stairs before all mayhem broke free she spoke with those ghosts of yesterday and agreed to let them follow, if only they wouldn't attack no more sorrow could she bear not now, not ever again why did she need to explain this love, deep love for another she had tasted once and remembered, how could you blame her for wanting that. just one more taste of that nectar, sweet... ( This was inspired by a dream I had last night. Woke up suddenly at 5:00am this morning and wrote it.)