Ghosts

My hands continue to hunger for your grip,
My lips still quiver from your kiss,
My arms yearn for your body to hold,
My imagination runs wild and bold.

I can still feel your figures lightly stroking my palm,
Left over feelings from last time, a blissful calm,
Your words in my ear still linger,
Even though it was awhile since they were whispered.

My fingers get tangled in your hair,
As I twirl my fingers through the air,
My heart races from your presence,
Despite being apart, I can still smell your fragrance,

I close my eyes no matter the time or place,
And am constantly haunted by your beautiful face,
I can feel your body press against mine,
Like a ghost you are with me until next time.

Reviews

[Calypso]

This is wonderful! I love how you compare the absence of love to being a ghost.