Poetry

I come out at night
Like a harmless vampire
Hoping against all odds
Creeping into your inner self

I call at your name
Like I used to do
While life I had
But my voice is voiceless

I groan and scream your name
Trying to stay sane
But my vibrations meet nothing
Except your navel and nipples

I stay on and focused
Sharpening my concentration
Hoping to touch again with my hand
The skin on your flesh as before

I see and feel
Your fiery strength and will
As my lips kisses your hips
I remember the last tea we sipped
And its memory out of me is chipped

I come out at night
Like a harmless vampire
Hoping once more to find my body
That knew yours as his

I call at your name
Like I used to do
Standing by your bedside
Creeping into your mild dreams

I groan and scream your name
Only to realize things aren’t the same
That I am just a passer-by ghost
Wandering from coast to coast.




Benjamin Paa Willie