You’re the ghost in my life that won’t go away,
came to me a spring day, years ago,
then left me suddenly as our summer cooled into fall,
only to reappear
coming between any new relationship and me.

You’re always young while I’m old,
what do you want with me?
How can I ever love a woman my age
when you expose your firm breast in a manner that’s not becoming?
Those nipples I used to kiss erect
tasted of honey and ambrosia,
an aroma that I can still savour
when nights are long
and the ocean of life angrily bashes the shoreline of memories.

Legend has it
that you went back to the river
because your body was never found,
that you were a daughter of the ocean,
if so, go love a dolphin.
Be kind to me
leave now
so I can love my middle-aged woman.