Ghostscape

"What is a ghost? A tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and again? An instant of pain, perhaps. Something dead which still seems to be alive. An emotion suspended in time. Like a blurred photograph. Like an insect trapped in amber." - The Devil's Backbone

touch
do not touch
yet touching

it is darkness i enter
the skin touches spirits
in the dark, the love pours out unseen
invisible, no one sees
how i have decided
to become empty
of affection, of feelings

the pull of relationships,
the light of the living,
is far away, i live
without shadow
without surveillance
without the need to re-connect
with what has been

touch
touches
touching

ghost hands and
ghost fingers comfort me

It is you I have stopped craving.