They say
that
when spectral phenomena is present, the body
grows chill and shivers
wrack
the soul,
a shuddering reaction
to
nails against
a chalkboard
spine.
But I have spent nights sleeping with your ghost.
And while I have convulsed
awake from restless dreams
in which your fingers draw forth ragged
breaths, I have never
once been
cold.
This heat
is for
you.
Come.
Keep me.
Warm.
A wonderful piece of writing.
Thanks. 🙂
I like it *hugs*
‘It’
Tag, you’re… It. 😉
This speaks to me — having slept with a ghost quite often lately. [sigh….]
There’s something about the night… Those shades find form.
They sure do.