Haunted
the way your eyelids flutter just as you wake, the way your foot whispers on the carpet...
Haunted
I am haunted by you
pleasantly aware
of your presence
as much a part
of me as my shadow
the way your eyelids flutter
just as you wake
the way your foot
whispers
on the carpet
your heavy and joyful sigh
just at sunset
as though a piece
of your soul were
joining the sky
your voice soft
as spring breeze through
white curtains
murmurs
my name from
another room
(I love the way your tongue
wraps around my name)
I follow your scent
through darkening halls
but never find youSean Downing, poet, musician, teaches high school English and Theater Arts in Pagosa Springs, Colorado. He can often be found in his woodshop, coaxing music from odd scraps of junk, or haunting the trout streams around southwest Colorado. If you see him, don’t tell anyone: they’re probably looking to get an honest day’s work out of him.
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