Haunting

I dare not blink

Or miss it,

A flash of eye lash

A blur in a room

Where you sit,

And I barely breathe,

No moment so haunting

As this one is,

But which of us

Is the ghost,

The echoed laugh

In the rafters,

The rattle of chains

The moan and groan

The deep sighs

I dare not blink

Or lose it

In the mists,

Some tales of Poe

Or woe or madness

Mingled with the lust

And dust and fuss of love

Heat mounting outside

Inside, all around,

Until I don’t have

Anywhere to turn,

Or a reason to,

Time going crazy

In my head,

With me

Ticking like a time bomb\

Waiting for the relief

Of when finally,

I explode.