The Love Trap (A Poem)
There is a ghost in my bed, I know.
I can feel the press of a person against my back
As sure as
Warms a mountain chain out west after a clear cold night
The weight of an arm tossed casually over me,
As I am caught, like a bear, in a
Cool air teases my skin in anticipation as my hair is lifted
On the back
of my neck
A firm hand on my hip pulls me backward, tighter, into the
The whispered words, "I love you, so, so much"
Hang in the air like specks of dust surfing a
And the bloom of feeling
Love and being loved
Unfolds like a rose made of
Only for a moment.
Because I remember.
I clench my eyes shut.
The ghost dissolves as I wake to
Another new day
Catherine Ivers Norton
March 19, 2016
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