Shadow or Dream?

He said I tasted of peaches.

That is what he will remember the most.

He told me, "I will take you anyway I can get you."

I think he thought it was romantic.

And maybe it is,

maybe I am so broken I cannot recognize love,

even if it is a desperate kind.

I told him,

"I think I can only give you a shadow of what you deserve.

There is nothing whole in this hollow cavity.

Can you love a ghost?"

"Yes, I will take you anyway I can get you." He repeats.

And all the while

I'm reminded of when we first met,

that I smell of peaches.

The small of my back tingles

from a brush of his fingers,

now a ghost on my spine.

And I am left wondering just how much of a ghost I am.

Have I done this to myself or am I more dream than shadow ?