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?"