Yesterday I had a suspicion. All day long I sensed
that last night you might sneak up from behind,
put your arms around me, locking your fingers tight,
run your tongue down the back of my neck, whisper.
I looked for you when I came into the house,
searched everywhere for you, but couldn’t find you anywhere.
When night came on, I gave up finding you,
went to bed early, but couldn’t sleep, wondering.
I got up, and while I drifted through the house,
you surprised me, instead coming at me from the side,
snaking your head to the front, and smearing my mouth
with your sticky lips that tasted like long turned wine.
I said, “God, please don’t ever do that to me again,”
and you said nothing. “Forgive me,” I said,
“I have to wipe my mouth,” and you said it too,
at the same time, so we laughed and embraced for a moment.
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Today’s word is
ghost
Use it in a piece of writing, and then post it as a comment below. I would love to read what you write : )
