Your lover’s touch moving
          soft through my hair

An artist’s touch that feels so real I sigh
The summer breeze teases I tell myself

Sultry memory
          of your being there

I’m floored,
     emotions come without a care
Succumb to your ghost seduction of me
My head lolls with invitation for more

Your lover’s touch moving
          soft through my hair

And then it’s gone,
     heart left exposed and bare
And I reach out, a plea for more, please more
Your absence bane after the ghostly kiss

Sultry memory
          of your being there

Your lover’s touch moving
          soft through my hair

I cry as the wind mocks your touch of me

Sultry memory
          of your being there

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dVerse Poets Pub | FormForAll: On Free Verse

Using a villonnet as the source form to break into free verse.