Shadows

Liquorice

I'll follow you to the place where the shadows dance,
Flat bodies move in unison, gracefully pausing in each stance,
Charcoal fingers laced, hips swaying gently against the walls,
I silently trace your steps, imitating humbly your leaps and falls.

Hourglasses along the path, each grain frozen in intangible time,
Carroll's caterpillars smoke from hookahs in military lines,
And I hide from their glazed eyes, as their sharp rings of smoke bind,
Stumbling with dignity as my ankles are wrapped by insubstantial vines.

Second-hand sights of cubic clouds morphing into rainbow-child stars,
Fingertips set alight by ice, unworthy to touch your scars,
And I fall into the crevasse of mourning orchestral melodies,
Waltzing with my adolescent desires in the gates of Hades.

Crushed glass and torn rose petals, we pass a still bride,
Silent she will stand for eternity, as silent I hide from your eyes,
Waiting and waiting, cobwebs rest upon the lace of her dress,
My feet concealed briefly in the imprints of yours in the grass.

I ignore the tiredness that desperately tries to defeat me,
Concentrating on the remnants of your steps that lie beneath me,
I walk, watching your nape, your curls, and in vain I continue,
Knowing tearfully that nothing can cause me to stray from you.

I'll follow you to the place where the shadows dance,
I'll break all of my fingers for just one glance,
I'll bathe in milk and mercury, drinking hydrogen cyanide,
I'll never again see fury, never again leave your side,
I'll watch the gentle stumbling of your body in a trance,
I'll follow you to the place where the shadows dance.