Whispers Of A Shadow
On a balcony
Streetlights lit below
A silhouette, or shadow
Of her imprinted
On a wall - burnt into my soul.
Her outline is black on cream paint.
The last droplets of water fall down
A drain from a shower.
She nourishes me like a parched earth
Receiving the first wave of monsoon.
My sun, who calls we two us
Her natural scent, an orchard
Apple blossoms blooming in
My spring imagination
During late harvest, we pick fruit together.
What was one strange, or stranger,
Now, becomes familiar.
A light switch stumbled for in the dark,
Now, a knowing brush of fingers to illuminate the room.
Her smile, a similar light,
But brighter, more decadent, so bright it
Burns and sears the eyelashes.
Then, the heart with glowing warmth,
A chair long sat in, now vacant.
Her presence, a companion, even when alone.
Even when asleep in the twilight of consciousness.
Those white teeth, small stars that flash in the mind.
A glowing galaxy humming with vibration.
That voice, that laugh, that mind,
Reverberates in my chest, heaving now,
With a distant pleasure…
Having had your little head rests there for a moment.
A cheek to my heart.
Saying in breath-like morse code
Tiny gasps!
“How is it in there, inside your cage?”
Free now! Free now!
For you have embraced me with luminosity.