I wrote this poem about a little less than 2 years ago. Totally forgot about it, but I remember what inspired it.
I’ll never tell….
Anyhoo, just reimagining it in different words and word arrangements.
Original “Ghostly Red” – (01/26/2019):
Red hot touch.
Scintillation on the cold hard floor.
Unseen hands and slippery fingers find their way inside,
Pulling me through the floor into a velvety void of moans and gasps.
Join me in the aether for an eternal moment.
Rewrite: “Red Ghost Touch”
A scarlet spectre stands silent in the corner
As I sizzle like ants on the mid-July pavement
Under the seething glare of a magnifying glass,
All contortion and arching back,
And shuddering from your invisible red ghost touch
That I can sense in my own grovelling and grasping hands.
I can feel you watching,
Willing my own fingers into slippery parts of me
That drip love and aether.
I didn’t even feel the floor fall out from under me
When you thrusted your eternal moment into mine.
*** Do you see dead people, Sweet Cheeks? Sounds like you see dead people…. Just sayin’…. ***
*** I don’t know what I see or feel sometimes, but whatever it is, it sure as fuck isn’t dead. ***