GHOSTS
Stephen Jarrell Williams

In bed with your back to me as usual
a wall that plays sleep-dead.

What I have done I only have clues
making no sense for the degree of punishment.

What happened?
I don't know.
What is happening?
I don't know.

Sometimes I feel vibrations from the other side
of your barrier, some strange movements haunting
our room with pale ghosts in our skin with our voices
whispering...
I will always love you, always want you,
always, always, always...

Those I suppose were lies...

Our bed is now a coffin
counting the ticks till dawn,
when we rise to open and close the doors behind us.

CP

Stephen Jarrell Williams has done everything from mowing lawns to being an executive at a software company. His poetry and short stories have appeared in over a hundred publications. He loves to write, listen to his music, and dance late into the night.