The Shadow of You

A Poem by redzone

shadows are intriguing, especially when containing images.....

The Shadow of You

Sitting here thinking,

drinking my Black and Tan

contemplating

the stormy motion I see in shadows

*****

Yes, it’s dark in there

but, occasionally you can see

different shades of black

mixing with greys

and an undercurrent of blue.

Sometimes, usually when you

least expect it,

a swirling white

(more a dirty white

but it’s lighter than grey)

infuses its movement

in the midst of shadow

making it spin wildly.

And an unruly midnight Moon

beckons briefly within these darker hues.

Its swirl is enticing,

entwining seductively

within the greys and blacks

calling me to enter.

Pulling me like temptation;

like moist needy lips

kissing me into oblivion,

into forever shadow.

*****

I don’t mind, honest.

In fact, I am willing, but...

It is not your shadows I fear.

I love the way your greys swirl;

the way the sway of your hips

dances enticingly with the music of you.

I could live here,

listening forever.

*****

No, it’s my shadows that I fear.

They swirl with storms of black

and I have no control.

They have ancient origins;

they contain seeds that can only

flower in those dark spaces

found between well meaning words

that today finds only loneliness.

My shadows know all too well

the ugliness of traditions,

the hopelessness of poverty,

the emptiness of love.

These shadows have no glimmer of light,

just the motion

of darker shades of night.

*****

And yet...

and yet I cannot help but see

the motion of you inside shadows;

see you write your words;

your pen creating a kaleidoscope of greys.

How you weave spaces and allow

for someone to enter your dance;

to lay their head upon your breast

and hear the music of your beating heart.

~~redzone

© 2013 redzone

Author's Note

thanks for reading, crits welcome.

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MsJewel

How you weave spaces and allow
for someone to enter your dance;
to lay their head upon your breast
and hear the music of your beating heart

A poet can find beauty in the ordinary and you my friend have created stunning images from shadows. One of my favorite poems by you!

:) Julie

Posted 11 Years Ago

11 Years Ago

Hi Julie, thanks for your wonderful comment. This poem is actually one of my favorites. Sometimes .. read more

Lydia Shutter

"Pulling me like temptation;
like moist needy lips
kissing me into oblivion,
into forever shadow." Who can resist moist needy lips? I would gladly crawl into the shadows to be kissed into oblivion! Yes, living in this realm forever with the music playing, the shadows swirling, the kaliedoscope of colors constantly changing would be divine if you ask me. But the shadows in one's own mind are not so inviting....they taunt and tease and turn darker than gray when least expected. Such a range of emotion in this poem, Curt. Beautifully written....and oh those "nice" images! Lydi**