Nudging You to Accept
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
The reason ghosts exist beyond our sight
Is so that they can do their sucking lick
Unnoticed as a breath on lips when night
Has coddled us. Ghosts start with cool, slight flick
Of tongue tip so we won’t suspect their lips
As dreams distract us. Fingers less than mists
Reach down and cup our unsuspecting hips.
Some ghosts lift up our unsuspecting wrists
And sniff the blood in veins beneath the skin.
But do not be afraid. Sleep on beyond
Caresses of this starving sort. No sin
Is meant. They do not want you to respond.
..They only want to give the slightest knife
….Wound, mindful of an unforgotten life.