By the morning
as light pierces
my perfectly placed curtains
forcing my eyes
to flutter open
I wake with dry crust
flaking off.
Still stiff with
my unconscious lust
I shift to search
for an after image
looking for the presence
of a person who
filled my dreams
a stranger whom
I have never touched
or even seen.
But she is a ghost
slipping from my mind
like sand in my hands,
faster than I grasp her.