For the Angst and Longing prompt at the Community Storyboard.
Our moistened lips touch
And I am jolted awake
To a bed of crumpled blankets
Only made by me
My companion the alarm
Which I curse at as I hit
I still feel your lips
Pressed against my own
Delicious and warm
Yet an illusion of my mind
A psychic torture
That I have come to know
The day moves along
At times me guard falls low
Opening me up
To the phantoms of my heart
Born from loving need
And the harshness of denial
Ghostly arms around my neck
Specter kisses on my cheek
An invisible form
Curled upon my lap
Giving me pause and tears
As reality grinds me down
Let me return to slumber
Where my life is joined with yours
Mundane tasks together
Or heated nights of passion
Consciousnesses is a curse
For my dreams are so much sweeter
Legends of Windemere 
This reminds me of the song Ghosts by Laura Marling. Love it! 🙂
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Thanks. I’ll have to look up the song.
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Reblogged this on wdbwp.
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Love that you used phantom in there. I know right, I’m obsessed. This is beautiful.
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Thanks. That word was in my mind all of last week. Actually, I think parts of this poem were rattling around in there too.
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I know how that is. I’ve been composing a piano piece all week one or two notes at a time
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I have to admit that last week was strange. I hit my editing like a marathon runner. The only differences is that I used the TV for background noise instead of the radio. Think it works better when I edit and radio works better when I’m writing fresh stuff. My brain is bizarre.
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“Yet an illusion of my mind…a psychic torture” so much of our angst is precisely so.
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It really is. We tend to think only of teenagers as angsty though for some reason.
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Ah..so romantically beautiful!
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Thanks. 🙂
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🙂 thank you!
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Beautifully written. Love the part about ‘consciousness being a curse’. 🙂
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Thanks. There are some days we wish would could sleep through.
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