| Ghost
Lover
Tuxedo clad ghost whispers
roaming halls with tails exposed.
Celebratory smile, roaming fingers
instinctively knowing where to
explore an illumined cavern with its portals
and hairline cracks.
Visionary, nom de plume, vestige of the well
once dipped into when
fluid was clear and sweet.
Fire breathing dragon of colorful love,
clandestine addition in the wake of spiritual intent.
Dew on webs at dawn
transforms a body to voltage crackling as
morning rays pioneer through mist.
Solitary digit over hills of hips
shudder as each neuron does calisthenics,
eyes blink at vapor trails somewhere in
the brain imprint of emotion.
In those rocket ships I visited many places.
Sadly, none of them
were with you.
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