The Immeasurable Silence

Much like movies with mist
And gaslit cobblestones
Like long shadows
cast on ancient avenues
Her Darkness moves on
Along
and within
Her measured movements
like sonnets in motion
Her voice as chimes
Her stare
The immeasurable silence
Her silken hair smells
of ancient incense
Her touch
The breath of demons and angels

Reviews

[augustus]

A ghostly touch in an alleyway.

[TeeJae {TJ} Hart]

Feeling captured within the alleyway - the sense of entrance between the angel and her demon

[Delmar Cooper]

This poem dwells in the twilight of a film noir world. The mood, or setting becomes human, or if not human some animated creature composed of poetry. Thanks for sharing.

[Ana B.]

The breath of demons and angels, eh? Looks like we humans can't help but being drawn to that darkness that reflects in that other person...at least that is what your poem made me think of. Beautifully written.

[Nipplegrinder]

Thank you, Ana