Ghost moon

She came up
From the water
Came up
Like a ghost moon
And I
Stood ankle deep
In black mud
Like a lunatic
Drawn by that odd light to bury myself.

Her shoulders
Were bare
Such shoulders
So pale
And she
Rose from the water
Which ran down in beads
Falling
Like birds
Dropping
Dying
Sent back to the underworld with a shiver.

I kissed her
So eager
And she twisted my hair
Red
Curled
And long
In her fingers until I surrendered.

I said
"I am dying of you"
She was silent
But kissed me
Harder
Leeching the love from my bones
Shrugging
Laughing
To see me perish in the freeze of our union.

I came up
From dreams
Shaking
And swearing
To give up sleeping naked
And alone.
I gathered
My blankets
Rolling over and away
From the moon filled window
To see
There
In the darkness
Your wet skin
And dark eyes
Boldly staring back
At me.

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A ghost story for Thursday Think Tank