Christopher Jackson


You whisper in my ear.
Your flitting, faltering,
Elegance. Dark against the wall.
Creeping and darting,
In the shadows. Alone.

There’s a chill on the air,
Caused by longings unknown.
We’ll just stick to the shadows,
Whence the two of us have grown,
We’ll just dance in the shadows,
In the shadows. Alone.

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