Thursday, September 21, 2006

Ghost (Faceless)

Lying beside you I
Feel your breath—your
Body familiar, comfortable
Safe—my finger draws
Along the contour of
Your arm, as it has so many
Times—strands of chestnut hair
Rest tangled upon my face—I
Think in rhythm to your heartbeat,
That pours onto me from your back,
But, on the other side, lies your
Face—everything about it hidden
From me amongst your endless maze
Of words and walls—a million
Flickers of you parade across my
Mind, which of them, I wonder,
Is real.

(Who are you my love, who?)

I know only your silhouette,
Only your ghost.

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