I follow shadows of you
while automobiles circle, search, screech relentlessly,
and bright blue tricycles never stop.
The beckoning of denial thrashes silently,
embroidered onto our tongues,
and screams between my ears (all the while).
The ebony shadows plummet
further between us.
I am blind.
And I want you to discover my eyes,
the way they change in the city light;
they change for you.
Life has become rain
and we drift under street lamps,
falling into gutters no one sees.
We embrace something effortlessly
that chills our bones
and frosts our fingertips--
a metamorphosis of sorts,
eager to leave our cocoons,
dancing with virgin wings.
Me, following the shadows of your flapping,
your being, your silent destruction.
And you, never looking back.
-Sarah K Dolezal 3-23-10
