HOLDING GHOSTS

electricity flashed
in those brown eyes,
your dark pupils rapidly grew,
inviting me to glimpse
at the depth of your soul.
A softness cascade
down the angles of your face,
while a crimson flush
crept up and across your cheeks,
and I swear -
your bottom lip trembled
- just a little.

or was I seeing ghosts?

My touch, however slight,
would enliven and animate
the surface of your skin,
your tiny strands of hair
would rise and dance
beneath these fingertips.
And with but a graze
of my glossy lips,
your heart would beat
swift and strong,
pumping molten warmth
through and into,
your entire body.
And I would swear -
Into my embrace
you would melt
- surrendering.

Or was I feeling ghosts?

When I see you now
the softness is gone
with the electricity
and invitation in your eyes.
even so, tonight I lay
and fondly holdfast,
memories of days long past;
weekends that took
a lifetime to arrive
but were over in a flash.
And when my eyes close -
it all comes rushing back.
the art on your body,
the scent of your skin.
And I swear -
I can still remember
the weight of your body
the shape of your skin.

Or am I holding ghosts?

What I saw,
How you felt,
All that I recall -
Was it ever tangible.
Was any of it there at all.
Or am I holding ghosts?

ALL IN

The deck's been cut.


The cards are dealt.


All you have is your hand


So play it smart.


Play it right.


See his bet.


Raise the stakes.


Keep your wits.


Keep your cool.


Dont play on-tilt,


Never give too much away.


This game has no limits,


And your all-in.


So play it safe


Play it smart.


All you have is your hand


And tonight


You gamble your heart away.