Variations on a Ghost Theme

moon
light
from the window
seeps

around the ghost

envelops it in a milky aura

folds into its body as it glides
through walls

if there were ghosts, I would
twirl in slow motion around
their twirling pirouettes
their disconnected
hands and feet
dangling from bodies
that radiate a white gauze of light, the
fingernails of silver scratches
that graze the furniture

hovering in the air of our
mutual dreams