Ronan Barbour

Haunted

I miss them
their bodies
their softly yielding 
bodies
their lovely
lively
lips
that I somehow managed
to fill
for a while

But when I think of them afterwards
I think of their teeth
imprinted on me

Smiles glowing behind red eyelids
shut against the sun
buried in layer upon layer of summer
days
turned cold
I still yearn for
with digging hands

I used to only think how good it was 
to have many lovers

Now, sometimes, I wonder
if I have only become
the architect 
of a large, empty house.