The Extra Shadow

You’re walking home at night
from lamppost
to lamppost

There’s a stillness
a breath
of something

It’s then that you see it

The extra shadow,
and you feel it
touch yours

That stillness
breath
becomes heavy
cold

Your mind,
with fear,
holds a second
tick-tock

It’s time to kiss

Someday, perhaps

***

The dark fire of love
will one day perhaps
kiss
the very core
of this solitude
until
all that remains
is ashes
and these ashes
will be breathed upon
they will ignite
and light
they will rise up
to become
solitude no more
but dark kissed fingers
of the light soul of love
~
where passions
burn

***