Rent: A Ghostly Poem

Rent

I curl into my bed that rests in this new home
Closing my eyes against the foreign ceiling beams above
But only a moment passes before I feel a warm draft
Of air settling beside me like the presence a lover brings, and a touch like foam
Opens my eyes as a cloud of fog states, "You owe rent, my love."
And that first time, in his face, I screamed, as my new dwelling's ghost laughed.

And I began to roll away but the moment quickly passed
As my ass and spine were all at once glued to the cool sheet
And I felt a fuzzy presence begin to drift under my
Flimsy silk top and make my breasts stand soldier fast
To the attentions of my warm-fog would be lover's fingers of sleet
That brings my arms up, up, until they are fastened with a tie

Of tingling air to the posts I have never before considered a threat
Although they now play union with the elements to change my mind
I see nothing, am enveloped by a thick gray dense mist
That touches me everywhere and nowhere until a set
Rhythm of pulsing fog arrests my breath and I find
That his humid attentions are curling my toes...I can't resist

Moaning a mangled yes through my shivering lips
That finds its' way to my unnatural charmer's wits
And the motion of the air that clasps my tortured breasts
Slows as I realize the fatal mistake I've made that now clips
My own self to this elemental calamity until he finishes and quits
Though I suddenly know without a doubt he shan't till morning, when he normally rests

And he goes on, slandering my body with unseen dimensions
And a repertoire of ecstasy endowing tricks
That I unwittingly invited upon myself when I said yes
To this vampire of the flesh whose presentations
Trafficate my skin with unremitting ticks
Of pain and pleasure and pleasure and pain and yes, no, yes

But this delicate demon continues his ministrations through the night
Upon my body, spread and then twisted and turned like a doll
While his misty hard presence encircles me and silently
Crosses that penetratable line between out and in, dark and light
Poaching me in every possible crevice of holy possibility and all
Of my being shudders over and over with gasps brought on by a presence that my mind
      still says cannot be

And hours of seemingly impossible feelings continue
Until the chilled presence that still has fingers within my exhausted body
Suddenly strengthen their frequent pulsings and I groan in unhidden
                                                                           Tenderized, tightening pain
As tendrils of freezing smoke spew
Into me as if a trio of hoses have just unleashed their aqueous fury
And in the aftermath his lingering touch whispers, "Until your rent is due, again."