Identity and love, two
dancing shadows, flickering
on dim-lit walls, sliding
unexpectedly from view.
Bright light reduces them
beyond perception, darkness joins
with, extinguishes their forms.
Shadows circling, loved and lover,
selves shifting to the changing hours …
Colossus in the morning moves
to Lilliput past noon
til love strikes midnight and we wear
each other’s shadows.
In some hellish half-light
the infinitely precious other
revealed as smoke and looking glass
of the shadowcaster.