Shadow Stories

We’ve been lying on the carpet, wrapped in each other’s arms, listening to our own heartbeats slow down, as well as that of the other. There doesn’t seem to be a need to talk with Edward. There’s a sense of calmness and ease. Slowly, Edward turns his head and after I feel his lips kiss the top of my head, he invites me for a shower. After our different experiences so far this evening, I’m looking forward to letting my eye...

In my journal of poetic love, versus Argus eyedAs I scribe the vermilion with a darker shadeFeeling quintessence of silence calling my nameFearing no evil and feeling no painUnder the gleam of the magenta moonIn absentia of cellophaneAwaiting my shadow-lover, who comes soonHaving felt a presence of an amorphous shadowLike a brush-footed butterflyAs a scent lingers of its gossamer's shawlInvoking the darkness with desire t...

I was your shadow...the silence between usall that we could ever know.You had moved through me long agorepairing the cracks in my bonesmade manifest with winter’s grasp.I never knew they were there;your patient nature discovered them.I was your shadow,born as the sky’s flame died;as we walked under the streetlamps,my form was living for yours...Any heartbeat that was palpatedas time brought me to lifewas never acknowledge...