Analysis of Ghost

Come my ghost, play with me!
It was but last night that your lips met mine
So luscious, warm, soft, begging
Chased you before you vanished
Bereft, worried, concerned
What devil’s play concocted?
Disappearance – you lurk nearby
 I know it – feel it
Come, ghost, bring back that idle youth
The dreamer, whose eyes melt
With visions of tomorrow   
Inducted in the teenage art of love
So clumsy, yet driven by desire
I sense you still – behind the wall
In lurking shadow, close, so close
But  then  I  remember  the  accident
Can  happen,  did  happen
You left me – bereft me
All is forgiven
But only after I awake fully
As guilt and innocence and sweat
Bring wonder all so real
That I can almost touch you, ghost now

He cried for help
Vocal cords cut
No one could hear him