Ghost of Love

Ghost, lingering in my closet
Lingering in my mind
Lingering over the surface of my skin
My flesh rises as you drift
Out of the closet where you hide
Responding to the energy
Of the memories that envelop me
Circling, drifting, floating
The air moves through the room
Caressing my soul, my flesh
Substance without form
Spirit, essence, spectre
Fill me with your night
I no longer fear you
I’ll conjure to be near you