Lady Ghost
something arrives with a cold, cold breeze and it's someone that you don't need.
I.
Window slides open,
one clear night.
It slides open,
and my lady ghost appears,
floating in the cold, cold breeze.
II.
I try to sleep,
But sleep no more.
So there I lay
Eyes closed
Like I didn’t know the ghost
came with the cold, cold breeze.
III.
She moves to me
Under the cover of night
She moves to me,
Hands on my shoulder.
IV.
Hot voice
heats the cold, cold breeze.
Whispers reach deep beyond
My guarded skin.
V.
I hear her pant.
I feel her breath.
Whispered words she speaks
I can barely understand.
VI.
But still I stay
Not moving an inch
Not opening my eyes.
VII.
I pretend to sleep
As her gentle touch
Becomes a gentle stroke
On my shoulder
Down my back.
Still I don’t move
Not even for warmth
from the cold, cold breeze
VII.
Chill races through
my body,
my bones.
No, not the cold, cold breeze.
VIII
I feel her body
Pressing against mine.
I smell her sweet fragrance
of rose-petal divine.
And for a moment,
I am lost,
intoxicated by her presence.
IX.
Then comes her embrace.
A tight squeeze
As if she tries
to absorb me into her.
And make us one.
X.
Still, I am.
Like the Sirens,
I ignore.
Temptation strong
But, I’ve been down this road
Many times before.
For my lady ghost
Is not one to adore.
XI.
But, my heart
In that moment
Beats for
My Lady Ghost.
It pleas for approval
While my old wise man-
mind yells, “no!”
XII.
Don't turn
Don't face her
and her blind, infatuated will.
She wants me.
But she’s a ghost to me.
XIII.
So still, I remain,
not giving in
I reject her again,
And make her a ghost,
all over again.
XIV.
And she knows
There’s no power
Over me.
She couldn't envelope me
She couldn’t tempt me.
XV.
Tears on my cheek
As she nears my face.
One last kiss
Still I fight to remain.
XVI.
And then she’s gone.
Window closes
The warmth returns
I stir
And rise.
My lady ghost is gone.
XVII.
But not for long
I fear.
She’ll keep haunting me.
She’ll keep stalking me.
And suddenly,
I can feel the chill
Of the cold, cold breeze.
About the Creator
Dean Traylor
I wrote for college and local newspapers, magazines and the Internet (30 years). I have degree in journalism, masters in special education (and credentials), and certificate in screenwriting. Also, a special ed. teacher (25 years)


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