sometimes i walk without my shadow following with closed eyes my spirit is on call wandering in the black of time it glides over the sea not mindful of its mercurial height until the zigzagging drop became the close-mouthed dawn
catch the shadow of your dream build your castle in thin humid air assemble an image from your vision and swallow my likeness into your fantasy
tear off a page from your version of creation invent the characters of an admirable royalty
as the light shone coming from the sky the story that about to begin vanished as your senses ascended into the heavens reaching the sun and on earth interacted with the souls of Men.
floating on the water moving but getting nowhere shadow of a man littered by fire a shadow coping for a breath arms struggling rallying for changes day should be a day night should be a night freeing himself from the aridity of existence to enjoy life’s abundance triumph is not a chance it is in hard work that triggers success…
In a flash of surprise
as i looked on the clear spot
in a place not far from my distance
a dark figure cast on the floor
head came out intercepting light
from the side of the couch's head board
first it was one, as i thought
later the head became two
came from the chest
of the first shadow
proverbial pair, man and woman
it was a pleasant scene
kissing on the face and lips
caressing each others hair
then it became so torrid
as if it would not last
the romancing was long
exchanging places, endless it seemed
without pause, without a breathing space
as if i was the one who would get drown
in the sweetness of their exchanges
froth from one's mouth
i could feel the excitement
from their hearts
the lust of their desires
the sensuality
the thirst
soon, the shadow got tired
they held each others lips
then caressed
wiped each others lips
with the woman's scarf
with the man's hankie
then embraced
then a little talk
as they stood from the wide couch
little by little each face came to the light
but why i was the one who felt so nervous
afraid? annoyed? tense? shy?
a mixed of unfamiliar feelings
odd or baffling as i sensed familiarity
then the truth has been unfolded
the woman, the lady
the girl, it's her
she's my girl, my lady, my woman
as they went passed me
i called out her name
the response was silence not knowing me
my heart wept and prepared a revenge
drastic times call for drastic measures
i won't cry over spilt milk
damage has been done
it's over...
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