November 2011
Fifteen
I am a ghost,
I taste you
Every time I sip
Your morning coffee;
Forgive me
For my stubbornness
I truly cannot help it;
I float around,
Invisible to the world,
A silence in the middle
Of the night;
I am the space
Between your body
And the blankets;
I sink into you
Melting in between
Tissue and bone,
Blood and muscle;
I cherish your words,
Let me speak
In whispers
I inhale your scent
And exhale
Madness.
And I wouldn’t
Have it any other way.