Are you waiting for me?
My ghost;
secret, sinful lover
(& love,
dare I whisper?)
Can I separate the writer
from the man, now
that I know you?
You told me if I stopped,
you would haunt me;
jealous for my love or my words?
Are they the same?
The contractions of my soluble heart;
a spectral spectacle,
feeling the world
through your ghostly fingers.
Profound moment of clarity;
your spirit descends over me.
I want to be
your lost memory,
your magnanimity,
your home.
The place
your ghost
finds solid space,
your resting place
& I will wait
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Author:
rebmasters (
Offline) - Published: August 10th, 2021 04:48
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Comments4
imbued with such a palpable sense of yearning
an intriguing read, thanks for sharing
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Another soul touching poem Rebs
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Spiritual possession never sounded so good. Awesome write Reb.
Hahaha! Great comment - thank you my friend x
Hauntingly romantic write
Thank you my dear x. I hope the person I wrote it for thinks so too!
I am sure they will
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