Ghostly
standing at the windowpane wistful, discontent raindrops running rivulets from heaven, anger sent i sigh most deep and turn away embers dying from the fire i wrap my blanket round me prepare, thus, to retire light the blood-red taper lightly trod the stairs feel unseen hands upon me fingers in my hair a chill runs through my being i inhale your vapours cold i sense that you are a memory your body long since cold delicately you touch me send shivers up my spine weak-kneed and trembling, gasp your touch it is so fine i call out to you "who are you?" but i am not to know for as suddenly as you came to me i sense that now you go sitting on the staircase befuddled and confused that i could love a ghostly man somehow it should amuse sometimes i waken in the night and ghostly arms surround why is it that a vapour can make my heart so pound? sometimes the bath is drawn soap bubbles irridescent and sipping warm red wine i slip out of the present you kneel beside me, smiling you kiss my red-tipped fingers the coolness of your kiss the memory of it lingers i smile into your face i think about the night when you slip into my chambers an aural, ghostly light you whisper in an otherworldly tongue "i will wait for you" eternity it beckons i would die for you Sherry Gilles ©1999 February