loving a ghost

After all the papers you’ve read
And all the other lovers’ heads
That have lain on your chest
If but one,
You are dead.

The white brightness of your limbs -
Dark orbs in consciousness
Who you were will never be
Aftermath of how you touched me.

One thousand black coffees
For nine hundred mornings
Heavy head on blank sheets
Only one was for me

Our voices in harmony; a pale refrain
In the ether above pillow, I no longer know you
So these vapors a host
Hamlet's knocking my bedposts

The lips of first kiss
Warm and sliding, soft and crushing
If they've touched other breast
You are rot in dirt bed.

Tasting mist of your lips as you fade looking through me
Your vapid caress is the shiver of my belly.
All you were is left behind
You only penetrate the mind.