All ghosties and spirits,
Chain rattlers and specters,
Daemons of the mist within us
Accompany me forever.
What more do you need
To know about me?
My ghosts are never transparent—
Shadowy, yes, and murky,
But never see-through…
Though sometimes
Incandescent.
My memory is
Spirit photography
Where women in white dresses
Haunt me
It took me a while
To discover
I have a troupe of past lovers
Following me around
Sometimes they excite me
Mostly they’re uninvited
Accidental company—
Not like you.
You’re the watery wraith
Whose face
Is made of raindrops
Who sings to me of love
Last night
The sky was blue
With lightning.
And you, my rainy wraith,
With your lovely face
Peered in the window.
You possess me…
And I naïvely
Acquiesce
And cherish every dream
So foolishly devoted
That I continually
Let you in.
