that rises wistful from the sea
and sits sullen on city streets.
It is my quietest fear
that the grey seeps from shadows
and will climb into my soul
through the soles of my shoes.
It is how you disappeared
all sticky silent with the sidewalk
still slick from your slippery shadow
and a single slipper smoking
grey bannerets of victory.
I have lost you amidst the grey
and the silence is stifling.
A shattering flash
and you arrive glowing
with every hair on end and eyes
that spark through the dark.
Love like thunder rolls.
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