Phantom Lovers

I see myself standing there, invisible in the crowd, speaking in silence to all the vacant faces. She walks by, touching me unknowingly. Naked nerves drive me to a quiet chamber in the attic of my mind, her haunting image imprisoned there, glow of the hearth beckoning. I slip through restless veils that dance to ancient rhythms, bind me in the pleasures of this moment. Purple flames skip across the smoldering log. We are shadows on the wall.