29 September 2010

Is It You?



pitch-dark black
eyes fly open
a rustle heard
in the corner
is it you?

one narrow moonbeam
gives rise to a shadow
reaching and stretching
to where i lay waiting
is it you?

a whisper of air
along my bare skin
no face no voice
stealth and surprise
is it you?

No.
it's only me
tilting at shadows
conjuring you.

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