Shadow dancers
cast your spells
of your enchanting steps
to the rhythm
of unseen forces
hypnotic trances
the longing
of passionate glances
in a smoke filled
darkened room
under dim light
of observation.
Guitar strings filled the air
trumpets blasted
emotional tunes
of smoking hues
laughing tears
drowning in beers
of forgetting.
Stealing kisses in the night
from hungry strangers
aching for something
they can not fight
their loneliness
following them
like a sleepless stalker
with zombie eyes
frozen in heart.
Sleeping alone again
on their vacant sheets
of painted glass.
Watching over me.
You are my only lover.
Written by Shelly Wiseberg, 2007
From Prose And Cons
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-07-27 06:29:22
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