is he real or a ghost-lie
she feels she isn't heard
and the veil tears and rages
till her voices are remembered
and his secrets can be told

hey you gender nectar
crystalline from the vine
you know you'll drink her
rolling and unrolling
coiling emerging running free
running through the afterworld
into your room so she prays
for a prankster and lust
in the marriage bed
and he waits till she can give
and he waits and he
waits