Ghostly love/like

This was all I ever wanted

In a reflection, ambuscading, through a key hole my deep blue eyes

roving, before the drapery conceals me, I

touch her creamy back, wonder the imperfection

inviting me.

Out of the disproportionate window,

watching over her, I anticipate this time, all I ever need.

Painting her as I fancy the thick curls brushing

my face, the flickering eyelids teasing me,

I run to reach to her

but she shuts the window.

Admiring the satin skin in faint stars, till the

gentle breeze flows me in through the gaps, minute gaps.

I listen to her plastic talking, all night long

to a many people, I think I never knew,

She perceives my presence

around her ear,  when I whisper, around the age old lamp

when I blow the candle, around the chime

when I present my heart,

but

she ignores,

she overlooks her hand held against mine.

This brings me down from the ceiling down her bed,

I hear her, loving someone,

but I don’t know how to cry.

Waiting eternally to go back to where I belong,

Out her window, out her scent

till with morning light, she sends me free

only to lie and think of her, waiting eternally to go back

for a dawn to rise all over again.

Eyeing her all over day, searching for the words

I ll have to say,

till at night, I see her loving someone.

The pink lass

Shy, stark naked under the dreams of heaven

the sun plays with its wings

cautiously with

proud, pink, plastic, waves

singing by its face.

Sly owl eyes the softened murmur it

gently spins in the breeze, and

nights seem less heavier with its

lusty stories.

Through the secret window, unfastening

the roots, a girl, a goddess,

 a tigress flows.

When it looks at me with a pupil

golden, the nerves sick,

the lost spine, my limbs suck its

enormous shadows.

Let the eternal wait see an end.

Let this bride see a true spring.

Admiring the extemporaneous beauty of this nature's enchantment, here outside my window, it dawned upon me to pour the pink fair girl into poetry.