Jogging in the frigid winter rain,
seated idle in English class, or
lying awake beneath my bed sheets,
I am often visited by a phantom
with seductive figure of sweet curves
and inviting eyes of rich topaz,
but as I desperately attempt to
pull her to my destitute body,
she swiftly slips through my fingers,
leaving me achingly alone again,
deceived by your tantalizing ghost.