Possession

There’s something about the shadow
growing, slowly – tracing the line
of raised skin, bone; the gentle slash
slipping down your neck under glow.
Something about your hair, the soft
way it falls, tumbling down a curve.

slashing, dancing, the blades that curve
hide from the light, bathe in shadow
and fall in one long stroke, one soft
stroke, following the slipping line
of star shine, moon beams, evening glow.
and down! it comes – one modest slash—

Fingers that trace, caress the slash
of thin clavicle – down the curve
of spine that dips beyond the glow
defined at picture’s edge – a shadow –
light that spills along the ribs that line
The heart – the beat that strikes so soft.

And in the light that strikes so soft
above the arch, a tender slash
of skin and flesh that form the line—
Above it all, the mocking curve –
The teasing curve – hides a shadow
where fires smoulder and stars glow.

in the dark, i see your eyes glow-
golden, harsh – glinting! cold – yet soft
slipping yet from light to shadow
until they shine, each simple slash
smooth like those blades that dip and curve
roughly downwards, a thin red line.

Hearts beat – either side of the line
behind trembling skin, a pale glow
hidden behind the subtle curve,
of the small of back, shadowed soft
by twinning strands. And downwards slash:
Eyes that glow, coldly, in shadow.

Yet even as I trace the line, your whispers soft,
Skin faintly aglow, neck’s gentle slash
A downwards curve…you curve away deeply into the shadow

Advertisement