Ghosts love in the way they please but... won't we all? _______________________________________________________ More snow. The sky was an angry glare of slate but the snow danced it's way down, unknowing, to melt on my eyelashes. It made me feel pretty. For once in my life. I like the feeling of water trickling down my spine. I like my fingertips on the soft skin of your hands. I like expressive eyes and even more expressive words. I like the way those lips twist into the most beautiful of smiles. Yours. I just want one thing. One day. One hour. One minute with you. It's pitiful and selfish. It's childish and quixotic. But it's all the truth I can afford to tell. I'm so pathetic.