Ghost Lover

Through my half-open window,

She breezes in unguarded, wearing warmth

As gloves and whistling atonal tunes: Lights out.

My radio sleeps too.

 

Her touch on my forehead calms my spirit.

She slips through my pajamas and makes

Love to me till cockcrow.

 

Erect hairs

         Goose bumps

Fluttering eyelashes

                  Intermittent soft moans

And body stretching

                  Are pictures to content my ghost lover’s libido.

 

As I feel your arms caressing my body

 And tearing through my mind as if

Searching for a strange story,

I long to see those arms, but no.

They are invisible.

 

 

As you whistle into my ears,

The tunes embrace my whole being.

I long to see your lips,

But they are invisible too.

 

In a fortnight when

Vivaldi’s Siciliano would

Keep me company,

Wouldn’t you spread your arms and wear

Me like a gown?

 

This gentle wind that rocks me

Back and forth at nightfall,

Are you not a lovelorn lover?

Oh phantom lover

There’s space for you in my room

And everywhere; fill me with your love.