Ghost

I felt soft fingers at my throat

It seemed someone was strangling me

The lips were hard as they were sweet

It seemed someone was kissing me

My vital bones about to crack

I gaped into another's eyes

I saw it was a face I knew

A face as sweet as it was grim

It did not smile it did not weep

Its eyes were wide and white its skin

I did not smile I did not weep

I raised my hand touched its cheek

1983