shadow dance

it’s a dance

it’s a sinister waltz with

a shadow

it caresses me,

wraps its arms around me,

leads me around the dance floor

pas de bourré

jeté

lift, and melt into my shadow,

becoming an entity,

a being

an obsidian conglomeration

of melancholy…

pirouette

arabesque

fall, and my shadow catches me,

holds me tenderly,

whispers sweetly in my ear,

wraps me in darkness

sink to the floor,

cling to my shadow,

the final chords

strike an ending