Ramblings of a Ghost

Rambling

Not much to say.

But I suddenly understand something.

That concern

for no real reason.

That intangible…

fear?

When I know it has

no bearing on the

grand scheme of things

(I’m in love with HIM).

And I know that

I’m in good company.

You know, understanding.

But it really is a part of

me.

And when the eye is drawn

to a beautiful body,

and the boys make their

remarks, I want to join

them in their appreciation.

And when the question gets asked,

I want nothing more than

to speak my truth.

I’m bi.

I love my man, of this

there is no doubt. No hesitation.

But I also adore the feeling

of a woman’s touch, and

the wonder of a curved form.

But I don’t think that

I’ll have the chance.

No.

I don’t think I’ll welcome

the chance

to just give it a voice.

Dear Ghost

I want to meet you.

To look into the eyes of

my ghost and say

well…

that’s the great mystery,

isn’t it?

What would I say?

What would you say?

Or would we face each other

in silence and wonder.

Because you are the yin

to my yang.

My blue flame.

My greatest mistake

yet to be made.

And oh, how I long to meet

you.