Ghost
The ghost of my last lover is still with me; Her lips, her skin; her smile Spreading out for the corners of her mouth, Like golden rays of sun. Her body is swaying close to mine, As we walking arm-in-arm, Her long blonde hair tickling my skin. Her ghost is here with me, Loving me, questioning me. She is in the shower; Water bouncing her beautiful curves. I wash her. She looks into my eyes and says: "Do you still love me?"