As someone once told me, it does no good
to dream

My only wish is to dematerialize
into you someday

slip past the border gracefully
like a pale gray shadow
from solid flesh to doubtful fantasy

Lose the yoke of my Reality
and leave behind
my awkward Body, my uncomfortable Truth

become nothing but a gentle reminder
Tucked away
in the soft clerical skin
beneath your collarbone

And every time you take a breath
you will feel me,

Tugging firmly on your ribs
with a silver string wrapped round
my ghostly little finger

Sly place to stay, dematerialized
But, of course
it does no good to dream