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.
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