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To Love a Ghost

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Published: Dec 12, 2012

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_{I sometimes think that the reason I haven't been able to truly love someone in real life
is because a ghost holds my heart in his hands.

It's taken me awhile to admit,
but my heart belongs to a ghost,

He visits me at night as I sleep,
upon waking into a dream
I can feel his hands at my hips,

I get lost,
so lost in these times
that I swear I have never experienced
a moment so magnetic,

Daylight has never given me such a second,
it's only when I shut my eyes can I feel
the touch of a poltergeist,

The air is always thick
and foreheads damp with sweat,
then I reach for him
and I lose my sight,

All I can see are the
hot tangerine colors blending
on the backs of my eyelids,
while my other senses come alive,

I can smell sunlight, lava, and freshly opened scabs,
all so fresh and ripe and ready,

And I can feel everything
with nerve endings on fire,
his skin holds me like the wind,
and his phantom lungs breathe
lightly down my spine,

I arch into the chills
only to wake up
with my whole body caught in tremors,

By morning I forget it all,
my memory wiped clean,

So I live in a constant state of loneliness
because I go on unaware of my love
for another lonely ghost,
and my lust for the wintry nights,

I live caught in a cold snap
with frozen blood and a blooming mind,

If only my subconscious could take control,
I would see the love I have been so blessed with,
instead of seeing this sense of yearning that
hovers over my head like clouds
and collects my blood like rain.}