dancing in shadows
of our own making
are the petty creations
of our misspent desires
we will glance these gamins
out the corners of our eyes
at the edges of our thoughts
the substance of our memories
and your enchantment
will fix you in the dying babble
of praising this available one
or that unattainable other
and all it will be is your last adoration
dancing in shadows cast beyond you...
Content (c) 2008-2013 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
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