Ghosts of Love

And when she calls, he’s ready, set to go,
And when he comes, she’s there, prepared to give
Her lips, the world, their universe – although
She gives him all, he cannot all forgive.
She stands inside the threshold of her house,
The door’s ajar, the iron gate’s unlocked;
He floats upon the wind, a flying mouse,
With dreams, full moons and kisses to concoct.
And their embraces just inside the door
Below the moon, within a midnight dream,
Give nothing other than their more and more
Until, at last, all ends with dark’s extreme.
It’s then, at dawn, that he remembers that
If he’s the mouse, then she’s the toothsome cat.