My Ghost in Whispers

 

I have tried to make this life work. 

   It does work, sometimes. 

Then there are nights...

  Nights like the last few days, 

   

      The last few months...

  The last year,

    Where I lay awake, sleepless...

And all I can feel 

  Is you in the night air. 

Last night I could feel your hands on me 

  My body tingling to no sensation there 

Thighs warming up, hips quivering. 

   I long for this part of my life to be over. 

To be in bed, skin to skin

  With my lovely ghost, 

     Ever still haunting, 

Keeping me awake at night 

  In lullabies taunting 

Rapidly relentless heart thudding 

  to a mind that is on fire. 

I will see you on the other side...

  But you must admit my desire. 

If our lips could kiss, 

  What would they say my love? 

Rather, 

  If you managed to utter any words, 

WHAT would they be??

  Are there still words

 Left in your heart for me? 

  What would they be?