Oh, The Hug

And who am I

This face you see

Spark of eye

Warm breath on cheek

I am tomorrow's memory

A heart that beats

Against your chest

Gliding lips

Flesh which slides

Across awaiting, naked breast

You feel the touch

Of what can't be

Love scene played

As if a dream

Though when awake, you shall not see

My eyes so real

You think they're yours'

Heart so red

Skin tight on curves

Moving closer as desire stirs

But hands that reach

Shall just pass through

Frustrated grasps

Am I really here?

I can't be held nor healed by you

And, oh the hug!

I loved it most

To be felt for a moment

As if I weren't

Only a heart, locked in this ghost

Reviews

[AmandaN]

Oh, how melancholically beautiful! Loved this . Thanks.

[NA]

Oh the hug..indeed...beautiful Tommy, really enjoyed :) x

[Twisted Words (Tom)]

yes hugs are my favorite, being a ghost may be the reality.