Let us all lay down with our ghosts long since

gone, drafts of cold air swirling around us.

We sleep in each other’s arms, warm with trust,

while they have no place to atone their sins

committed so long ago they should know

when to let go. In the darkness we think

of all the incandescent ghosts who’ve linked

us together in the twilight’s soft glow,

and without speaking, we hold each other

in all the ways they need most to be held.

Their trivial obsessions are upheld

when they forget we’re in this together

and go do they up the staircase of our

dreams where they disbelieve our warmth for hours.

 

 

Raymond Luczak is the author of three books of poetry, the latest being Sylvia Plath Made Me Do It: A Story in Verse (Immediate Sensation Books, 2004). Visit his Web site by logging on to www.raymondluczak.com.

 

November 2004