A FLEETING BRUSH WITH LUST THE SHADOW'S ROMANCE

Love is the shortest distance between two hearts.

Wrapped in loneliness

The cold, the bus stand.

The only warmth they share
Is blowing in one's hand.

Two lonely hearts reaching out

While their shadows on the wall

Love, dance; frolic about.

Tightly embraced; shadow's kiss

Of the movements; the lonely

How much they have missed.

Fondling, longing; Shadow's romance

To see such splendour from their dance

Of song and dance that cannot be heard

With music they play; They are not perturbed.

Night light is their audience

For darkness is their sun

They embrace these movements

As the passionate ones.

For then: their souls finally grew. 

On the  lamp lit walls

Covered in dew

Something to cherish, something new

The final curtain finally falls.

Now embarking  on the bus

Love is gone; in a puff

Lonely souls, the window, the view

A well lit wall, the night so still.

Gazing transfixed; empty thoughts

Two lost souls looking distraught. 

....LOVE

The shortest distance of two hearts

Two lonely souls longing to start

Like on the wall embraced as one ... their shadows

All they needed was someone to

                                             ....LOVE.

Reviews

[alf]

Hi Andrew. What deception lies in shadows and you have brought vivid imagery to that cruel deceit! I loved this. I felt as if two souls were melding, then learned the sad truth. This is great. Great in the content and the telling. looking for more . . . alf

[GreenEyedPoet]

Oh, I love this Andrew! I really felt like I could see everything that was being said as I was reading this piece. A wonderful write!

[Valentine]

I can almost see it. Freezing cold, two separate people at the bus stop, freezing waiting and waiting. having to move to keep warm, no idea of the shadows that they are making nor how racy it looks. Neat write. Valentine

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Beautiful! I think, that you did a great job with this one. I love it:) Its creative:) well, for me at least:)