Friday, December 16, 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
(c)2002

4 comments:

Geoff Sanderson said...

Ghostly,erotic and nostalgic, all at the same time - a lot to pack into a short poem Pris. I see you are still on form. G.

Pris said...

hi g

thanks.

pris

Michael Parker said...

I too like this, especially the reference to your lover's ghosts. An amazing thought, really.

Pris said...

Hi Michael,
I think if we've been in love before the current love, a lot of us still subconsciously carry that person around with us at some level. I know I do.