Thoughts, Memories and Dreams From Long Ago - A Poem Collection.

Ghost of a lover

Her lips tasted of almonds and honey.

Her neck smelled like Gardenias in spring.

My fingers would always get lost in her hair,

and her scalp, have a struggle to reach.

The curves of her body could make a mute man sing,

and the power of her mind, could make a king

bow and kneel down,  give away his crown, 

without a hitch and without a doubt;

it could make the needle of a compass spin, 

following her steps, following her stare,

following her eyes, waiting for a glare.

And when she walked right by my hall,

I'd take my chance, and press her up against the wall,

 I'd kiss her numb, until the dawn

I'd strip her down and gently crawl into her arms,

into her hips, into her heart,

and touch the skin that hid under her gown, 

making her shiver, shake and shout.

I loved her, as if I knew how.

And as my hands explored her mountains and valleys,

her forests, streams, cities and alleys, 

as my mind wandered to dark, distant places, 

and a cloth of desire covered our faces, 

we could be human, we could be graceless,

somewhere, where shame doesn't matter,

only pleasure and love,

where we could be free of judgement from the gods up above,

in a nest of pillows and velveteen,

with her locks like the leaves of a willow, covering me.