Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i am the fallen shadow of a lax memory,
fond of lying prone over surfaces
trod on by suspicious treks of bare feet
which mock me with strides so wide
i do not know when i am sand kicked
or followed. do not step on me.

i am the darkened doorway, traded by 3D
presence for a flatline. i am mistaken
for dead, taken by the innuendos
of feline sex calls as if my gasp
were silent wind. do not step on me.

i am the blatent gamble, the desire
of chordless melodies, the tight
image of a moon eclipse.
i tempt resistence by taking
the stand to witness the inability
of windblasts which try and try again
to tempt and stretch my edge.
i will not move. do not step on me.

i am the dark wet crevice
you want to move into, smooth –
the borderline you attempt to conquer,
lubed with fanatic vagrancy.
i occupy the grand space
you wish you could pierce.
do not stand in my
fierce eclipse.

i am the wisp of nighttide,
the ride of negative light.
come inside of me.
do not follow.
let me swallow
you whole –
unfold the scarf
from my lips so my tongue
can lick the white yearn
of the mourning.

do not step on me.
i am the craving of
a tight rhyme, midstream
on a river wave.
come into me.
i will save your
ruptured cloud
by soaking
it up. i am
the shadow
answer.

Wowser, I'm lost for words... i always love how i feel after i read you Doreen....Just picking myself up off the floor

Thank you Lady.

Thank you, Perdida. I have no clue what it means. Whatever it means to you is what it means.

if I step on you, I leave no footprints

nice work, doreen