Nightmares & cold sweats in midnight hours;
hauntings of Evil, like ghosts’, run naked & lucid.
Tassled hair, damp sheets, once a cool breeze upon my naked limbs;
full-rich orbed moon shines, casts spiritual shadows.
Thunderous moans inside my head as well as outside my sill;
rain pellets glass like tiny eggshells pecking against my brain.
Stained with horror, eyes flick open, twilight plays games of color within my lids;
i gasp, roll, turn & gasp again as voices of long dead ancestors echo outside the door.
Smells of recent sexual pleasures, a cold body against my own;
a tremble escapes, quivering my limbs, a thought of early evening joys.
A memory, a smell, a caress, a single kiss———
she sweats in cold, damp, vapor;
i see her, perhaps for the first time, as pale, white, a ghost from my past–
but now my future.
Purification empties my stomach, staining her thigh.