Seeing Ghosts [M40s/F30s][poem]

On my back
Alone

An impossible touch
Something delicate
brushing the hair
on my chest
the inside of my thigh

Eyes wide
Seeing nothing

Feeling a kiss
A whisper
The way the wind
might touch
or caress with intent

My skin
Rippling at nothing

A sound like a car passing
on a wet street
A sound like your breath
catching
in my ear

Eyes tight
Seeing you

A shadow
A silhouette
next to me
A body
of smoke and mist

My body
Tense and rigid

The softness
and insistence
of your non-touch
Real
as a dream

This place
Silent

Your moans
and whimpers
an echo
from an endless distance
Dancing across my body

My mind blank
Ears thrumming a pulse

Coming down
through a cloud
The unknowable scent
of you
of your skin

A moment
Separate and stolen

Tendrils of your shape
curling
and vanishing
As the world hardens again
becomes dark
and real.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/103oh33/seeing_ghosts_m40sf30spoem