Hauntings

In the darkest of rooms

Away from the light

Of prying eyes

From the fingers of cold,

I could touch you

Like the sun.

Taste you & feed you

Flavors red and yellow,

Sweet wet raindrops.

I can make stars

Explode within your eyes

Together we can go

Supernova.

I can show you how

Words are like clay

At times concrete

Yet all the same

Breakable,

As we can share

Conversations whose

Semantics, verbs,

Noun and adjectives

Are of silence,

With no need

For thesauruses,

Dictionaries

Nor translations.

Inside of you

I can plant the seed

Of the primal smile

Whose flowers and fruits

Would emerge

From your eyes and lips

From your words

From you fingertips.

I can share you life

Of its truth and beauty

With each moment

Of its death.

If only I can make you happy…

For I have never known

A girl, a lady

Or a woman

Who does not ask

Nor deserve

Devotion as complete

As day and night,

Of stars and moon skies

Constellations & galaxies

But I am only

Dying flesh,

My soul

A ghost.