Ghost

Nights like a ghost Creeping through The bedroom window. Terrorist to slumber. Icy cold sheets Against my naked skin. But a ghost's hot kiss Haunts me. Cold and hot Colder and then hotter This is a game. Passion dead But a fire alive This terrible truth taunts me. A ghost is someone gone But hangs on, like a jerk. Its name moans at the moon Howling at the how How did this happen? Saddest of song Singing seas that divide. Past is present And the present is past. Profound Well, love thinks it is. Your ghost is breathing Is mine? Highly unlikely. Words can be a waste Of what was once warm. It's cold now. Let them be like a ghost.