Who is this ghost that moves through my bones,<\/p>\n
This ghost that stirs my entrails?<\/p>\n
A flavor of something forgotten that never was.<\/p>\n
I long for a love that never was and never will be.<\/p>\n
My securities hinge on the unseen,<\/p>\n
They long for the unborn.<\/p>\n
My fears paint this phantom with shades of terror.<\/p>\n
What threatens the center of my universe with its dark vortex?<\/p>\n
What shakes my soul with its beckoning call?<\/p>\n
The promise of new love is like the threat of dying of thirst in the desert when the coolest of lakes is always just over the next dune.<\/p>\n
Only love can entice the old soul back into the light, into the forgetfulness of youth, into the threat and promise of the new.<\/p>\n
And yet, love musingly hides.<\/p>\n
It plays with our affections and disappears.<\/p>\n
Its most erotic moments are as real as the sun.<\/p>\n
When it leaves it ushers in the dark night of the soul.<\/p>\n
It creates day and night all the while no one knows it.<\/p>\n
It makes the young old and the old young.<\/p>\n
It wettens the driest, most parched spirit with its juices and then returns its voluptuous, paradismal creation to the desertous night.<\/p>\n
Oh ghost of my longings,<\/p>\n
Oh breasts from which I long to feed,<\/p>\n
How can you define my day and night,<\/p>\n
My years from birth to death,<\/p>\n
And yet \u2013 I never knew you?<\/p>\n
Oh ghost from whom my soul rises and falls,<\/p>\n
Oh phantom that plays in and through all my exteriorities and creates my interiorities.<\/p>\n
Love is the ghost that never was but always will be.<\/p>\n
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