THE GRAY GHOST
The Gray Ghost comes to visit,
'Low this night of travel o'er land and sea
To find the one he's sought for years,
The one who waits. He's come for me.
He gazes intently, swiftly he rides,
Watching for boulders that bring about dread.
The faint wisp of a breeze blows past the petals,
Rustling the leaves, then the hairs on my head.
His arms surround me, holding me tight,
I slip against him while encircling his lips.
My hands cannot touch the heart beating wildly
But they feel the life force from his hips.
He engulfs me with passion. I'm too stunned to speak
Our words and actions transport us to a land surreal
Where we share our duplicitous feelings
For hours on end. I'm too numb to feel.
The Gray Ghost is no trixter, he loves with his heart
And his mind, body and soul. He excites me.
He won't stay, he has traveling to do,
Though he returns often to share love chablis.
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