ghost

a silent silhouette against my doorframe
falls of hair shielding a dear face
awkward, sloping movements turned fluid
the rasp of covers.
slow form sliding next to me
a graze of lips at the nape of my neck
against my boyish hairline
a tremulous turn.
the illusion fades - softly outlined hips
curved mirror, empty
transparent form only, a memory
of flickering eyelashes
dark candles in the moonlight
hair like pale spiderwebs, glowing
a deep ache, now.
a solemn christmas vigil
for my expired miracle.

Reviews

[Kiara]

nicely done :)
very descriptive,
and well written imagery........
-arabella