Your Ghost is Haunting Me.A Poem by Gowan J. VolgaWhen you smell someone, I wrote a poem about that.Your Ghost is Haunting Me
Yeah.
Now, I remember your
scent, even. The other day, when I bumped
into you at the health store, I could smell you. That took me back. Now, when I close my
eyes, I can see you in my bed, while your boyfriend was at home, or he was at
work, whatever, it doesn’t matter, I can smell you. I
can smell you all over again. Yeah… Your scent
lingers in my mind, and I can feel you against me. I can see myself
coming out of the bathroom and seeing you lying there, naked, in my bed one
night during the summer. With your back turned to the open window, wine-drunk, curtains
flowing with the wind as the white of the moon breaks right through the window,
through the curtains, into the room, and shatters
all over you. And the blankets are falling off your bare-a*s, and elegantly
resting against the front of your legs, and I can see the back of your knees. I
can. Yeah, Your ghost is
haunting me. Then, I could never
keep you there all night, could I? Your ghost is haunting me. Yeah. © 2015 Gowan J. Volga |
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