ghosts

catching fleeting ghosts of those nights
bare memories of that place years ago
bared, in bed, in body, in delights
watching your words appear on screen
typed and starting with a slow hello
we slink back to our secret scene
sinking into the thoughts of then
wording wishes and maybe when
if we could meet again in that place
blow soap bubbles on your naked form
strip the netted stockings and trace
paths with our fingers that we followed
what escape we plot in our minds
but that time is gone we are changed
nothing more than words are exchanged
the service of flirtation just reminds
and I remember you with fondness
and you remember all my boldness
capture what you can of ghosts
and once again hold me close

© 21 July 2009
Cynthia Ryder
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