0 Substance

How do ghosts kiss?

Ephemeral, whispy things always passing through doors and walls.

They must pass through each other, too, I think.

Like we have done, always passing through each other in the ether of words.

Does the contact of phantom lips allow spirits to merge;

intertwine as our words weave us through each other’s imagination?

And what if spirits, upon first touch, found instead substance and form?

Would they realize they were not in fact mere soul?

That there was flesh to press, warmth to feel?

Something more? Will we?

Our lips grow closer.

I hope.