Shadow and the moon

by FireFly - Libra

I wasn’t going to run-
The lady held her finger-
So close to the hair trigger-
And she just said she wanted to unwind-
Even if it meant pressing on the nerve-
She needed someone-
To clothe her-
And find shade-
Her skin so pale-
Her mouth drooped to the floor-
But she still gathered herself-
Her aura was powerful and indignant-

I was starring at her-
Her young, intense eyes-
Her body withered from age-
But age was nature’s costume-
And I was consumed-
Held like a deer between headlights-

Somewhere on her way, the journey from home-
A stranger she met-
His words slowed her fevered stride-
Slowed her to a dwindle, she felt his shadow-
And alone on the road she has always known-
Had become surreal with her laughter-
As his mind fingers had dug into her entrenches-
And unearthed her unwillingness-

His blue suede shoes-
His frisky whiskers-
Gambling cavalier attitude-
With the red guitar, three chords, and the truth-
The moon he howled, she soon did too-
The road to each city, through each mountain-
To each story, she was seized into his believing-
Blue Love Sea, Red Passion Roses, and the tenderness-
That tickles you in laughter-

He covered her with his thoughts-
By sweet tasting her-
All over with the slithery snakey tongue-

‘MMMM….yeah” she always said-

And now she’s alone-
But I saw her silence-
Her beauty-
As she held the gun-
Against the memories-
That held love-
And the cruelty-

She fired-
To fill sound in her silence-
She fired-
To forget the long nights-
When she was in his shadow-
And howling at the moon-

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2001-01-05 19:55:36
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:43:18
Poem ID: 59411

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