You were in my dreams last night -
shadowed suit against the spotlight,
silhouetted in cigarette smoke, nothing but
straight lines and jawlines, a series of
illusions and misdirections but I signed our names
in my handwriting and it felt practiced.
I suspect I’ll find you around every corner -
I know the feel of your body seated next to mine;
magnets cannot deny themselves and neither can I
but you’re a ghost slipping between my fingers
and I need to know where you are and when
you’re coming for me.