Ghosts
we dance like ghosts
of filigree and shadow
like the flutter of
unseen wings
against my heart
like the raising of my pulse
like kisses
when your lips linger
against my skin
shaping us into
reality
we dance like ghosts
haunting the unseen
corners of our love
like wishes hearts make
that are barely audible
to anyone who has not learned
how to listen for them
Don McGonigal
August 2004