The shadows

by Andrada Costoiu

The shadows have risen.
What do the shadows do? What is their story?
They’re lying in wait,
To hide the abysmal feelings of possession,
That prickle your skin and hitch your breath,
Of only you and only me.

The marble moon doesn’t fuss 
To slam the door open. 
The smell of desire,
Carries its mist into my soul,
And I, incoherent and stunned,
Follow you.

12o’clock, the old violin of time,
Marks the time before your kiss.
My name is Whisper,
Closing your eyes you hear me every night,
Word upon murmured word…..

We turn our faces and then bow to belonging,
The shadows,
Forever the weavers 
………. of you and me.


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