Saturday, December 1, 2012

Your Shadow

Your shadow is a sound
swelling from flat lamplight like the thought
of fruit, budding in concrete, breaking
hollow as an empty open mouth.

Your shadow is a hole
self-made like Escher’s restless hands
beneath me, gaping wide
and weary as a moan.

Your shadow is a body
bent in eerie mirror of my body
doubled down by pressing lack,
the lack of you.