At the Movies With This Ghost Instead

Tonight,
another set of fingers
find their way and
lace themselves with mine.
(but all I feel is heat--
not warmth.)

Whisper,
cheek against my hair,
soft breaths against my ear.
I can still hear him speaking,
(and yet the proximity
has no effect on my pulse.)

[It's not enough--
he's just not good enough.]

Confidence,
as an arm encircles waist,
uncomfortable but snug.
Just sit through two more hours of this,
(and then I'm free.)

But no,
my mind resolved to disregard,
that darkness holds no mercy.
And again his amorous ghost
surrounds me in a
(comfortable)
but awkward cage.

[suffocating]

©20080718 Mindy Huang