I can see the shadow
approaching my body from behind,
wrapping my naked skin
in darkness as it gets closer.
Whispering fingers stretched,
Surrounded by the tendrils,
I feel the singular connection
of the index touch my spine.
It travels downward with intent,
In a single line, yet
touching every part of my being.
Removed, and suddenly there is nothing –
yet, so close now,
presence known and growing.
Breath choked, frozen,
As the shadowed tendrils
become tangible,
grab my waist and demand.
Fists tight and nails pressing,
I am consumed. Lost.
Lost in love and lust.
My will has succumb,
I become one with my shadow.
……
Until next time...
Much Love from Cape Town, South Africa xxx
@judethedude
