Of ghosts and ungodly hours

For once, can it appear in front of me?
But let it not look like the bloodied remains of injustice and abuse.
Let it look at me with love. Let it see me with your soulful eyes and wear its heart out, not on its sleeves but on its entire body.
Let is smell like your sweet, mind-bending scent --- let it bring me to altered states of consciouness that I may teach the novice under the influence of you.
Let it walk to me like your sultry salsa or with the crescendo of samba --- almost floating towards
me
Cat-like and limber. Loving and horny.
Just like the state I left you in. After we've made love.

(I am definitely feeling your effect on me, love. I ought to wear your scent everyday.)