Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Ghost Riders

Hands stroke under my sheets,
drawing lost loves
back to haunt.
They piggyback old wants
onto your cries.

You say the forever words
when your lips cover mine,
yet when I'm astride
I see ghosts
ride you, too.

Pris Campbell

published in Blackmail Press


Michael Parker said...


Pris said...

Thanks, Michael :-)

Always nice to see that smiling face appear on my blog.

Michael Parker said...

That's very kind of you to say, Pris. Thanks.

p.s. I'm not smiling for the calendar...well....maybe.

Pris said...

Smile or not smile. Either will work. We'll have all sorts of expressions in the shots I'm sure. The two we have so far are serious shots and they look good. Go for whatever and..again, tell your mom it's gonna be okay:-) (oh I should mention to any readers of this comment that i'm giving michael a hard time based on a post he made in his own blog..see the link to michaelparker blog in my links section)

tammy said...

Very sensual. The images fit together perfectly (sheets = bed and ghosts; ghost rider = past lovers and current lovers riding or piggybacking one another). Love it.

Pris said...

Hi Tammy

Annie said...

You've captured the ghosts perfectly.

Pris said...

Hi Annie
Thanks, and thanks for stopping by my blog! So neat.

Anonymous said...

Dear Madam - what a wonderfully erotic poem! It's just not fair - women writers of your excellence, able to explore the full erotic possibilities of words, make it so hard for mere male poets like me.

yours, A. Nerd

Pris said...

Geoff ..is that you? You can do it! Try.