Haunted

Haunted
by Scrivener Blooms


Every night I feel it,
The tickle of your breath -
     rising and falling rising and falling
- and the caress of your hooves,
Yet you aren't always there.

I see you sometimes,
Like a shadow in the dark -
     light bright burn through the night
- a wisp that leads my eyes on,
And yet then simply gone.

I can taste your kiss,
When I remember how our lips met -
     lavender sugar spice and tart
- and our mouths work like lovers,
Breathing each other, then parting.

I almost feel your touch,
That caress, so gentle and soft -
     like angels wishes and memory
- as it strokes along my spine,
Electing chills beneath my reality.

Where are you, my soul,
Iridescent and eternal and so -
     free proud strong alive safe
- always there and yet gone,
Forever hewn, yet at my side.