Dancing in the wind

Emotional shadows
of meaningless words
drift on the breeze;

love torn in two
became one body
in the blank space of night;

when my skirt danced
against his legs,
eyes bright under dusky eyelashes,

warm arm breathed sweetly
touched my cheeks
like a lover’s caress,

distant hearts that burned
until the last dying ember
was raked amongst the ashes,

as all those dreams
of romantic love –
nothing more than shadows;

now I dance in the wind
with weary arms,
cheeks mascara stained.


2 thoughts on “Dancing in the wind

  1. With chemistry like that who cares that your makeup is smeared. Go to The Powder Room tidy up and come back for more. Nice poem🌹

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