Haunted Love

My lovely reader, be prepared to do a bit of time traveling today...we're revisiting a poem written over 9 years ago...9 YEARS!  Holy cow patties!  I have a short list of poems to revisit from that era of my life, and this is the first taste.  I've taken some liberties with the original, but most of the bones are still the same.  Enjoy!


Your face haunts me
and yet
I will it to stay.

I see you...
I smell you...
I feel you...
and I want nothing more
than for it to be real.

When I'm waking,
my body aches for you.
I ache for your touch,
tender and feather light
across my skin.
I ache for your hands that hold me,
worshiping every inch of me-
a veritable goddess in your arms.

I dream of the day
you'll finally come home:
my body
entwined with yours.

Yet, until then,
even in my dreams
I cannot escape you.
My nights are filled with you,
despite my being alone.

Upon dreaming,
everything comes to life;
but upon my waking,
swiftly dies-
my bed never more lonely
than in that moment.

Why must I be tortured so sweetly?
The face of the one I love,
never absent
but never truly present.

This is haunted love.