SHADOW


How I would outrun you,
your saucer-eyed surprise round
every moonlit corner;
your long face of pity
under canopy of pines.

Still you tapped my shoulder,
lengthened my grasp
on worlds from which
I’d otherwise slip anchor;

minimised me to a
dark, crouched ball,
fire blazing overhead.

I drained you pale as tallow
but still you waxed lyrical
like a softly sloughing skin,

completing my incompleteness.