Echezonachukwu Nduka - Ghost Lover

Through my half-open window,
She breezes in unguarded, wearing warmth
As gloves and whistling atonal tunes: Lights out.
My radio sleeps too.

Her touch on my forehead calms my spirit.
She slips through my pajamas and makes
Love to me till cockcrow.

Erect hairs
Goose bumps
Fluttering eyelashes
Intermittent soft moans
And body stretching
Are pictures to content my ghost lover's libido.

As I feel your arms caressing my body
And tearing through my mind as if
Searching for a strange story,
I long to see those arms, but no.
They are invisible.


As you whistle into my ears,
The tunes embrace my whole being.
I long to see your lips,
But they are invisible too.

In a fortnight when
Vivaldi's Siciliano would
Keep me company,
Wouldn't you spread your arms and wear
Me like a gown?

This gentle wind that rocks me
Back and forth at nightfall,
Are you not a lovelorn lover?
Oh phantom lover
There's space for you in my room
And everywhere; fill me with your love.

Echezonachukwu Nduka

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