You in shadow create a dramatic
sculpture, though all you do is stand there. You
in shadow -- with sensual elastic
stretching -- profile horizon of soft blue,
though all you do is lie there. Your shadow
embracing entire far wall arouses
with your rising arms. My flexing shadow
bows to your streaming shadow. What houses
my passion quakes to your heat, my walls fall.
My body -- steaming in smoky swirls – curls
its burning wreath around you. Something calls
from far off, from deep within. Gleaming pearls
of your eyes pierce our shadow as I pierce
you, our screaming universe shrill and fierce.
Roger Armbrust
June 12, 2015
