Ghostwriter

To witch writer with no face,
Enter your shadow alone
and become pure lies in truths.
Let your absence make atone.

I will read you in the wind,
of your bare figure entwined.
My eyes shall not hear your ears
in here and absent combined.

Unlearn of my faith in you,
kiss the pages that are blank.
This is for you, the last one
To witch writer with no face.

Ruddapoet