A MAN. A WOMAN. A SHADOW.

a poem

The midnight sky wrapped its coat around the majestic trees.

Streetlights casting shadows onto the path.

A man and a woman walking home.

Their shadows and something evil in between

a black nasty power pushing them apart.

A beast

not granting a space for love.

The woman’s step light, it carried a kiss touching the ground.

No age attached,

her posture tall, her eyes ahead

more to the sky than the ground.

She yearned for his presence.

The man’s step heavy as if avoiding the path.

An old man’s posture. Beaten and lonely.

His heart covered, protected by strong shoulders.

His eyes to the ground

Did he long for her?

The beast had a blast leaning over to him

feeding on his sorrow

avoiding the fire to the left -

this woman was a danger

but the man was a feast.

The bastard afraid looked away from her. He felt her power:

“This woman knows how to fall

yet much better how to rise.”

How long; how long can she be the light?

Two black forces against her

in the middle of a dark night.

Impossible to reach over

she guarded herself against the crashing waves of pain

from missing love.

She felt her breath hot like a flame

exhaling the beast out of the middle.

Like a lance cutting through flesh

her eyes spit her fire

towards the black,

shattering it into pieces.

Their distance shrank

helped by the narrowing path

now closer to home.

Quickly open the door,

she thought

so, our hearts can hug.

Commanding the poisonous black

into ashes.

This beast was starving,

her man safe inside

she glanced over her shoulder to see the danger die.

And caught the mean grimace spitting her way:

“I can grow from ashes.”

Her exhale hissed

and her helpers stepped in.

With a sudden storm, her friends showed up.

The wind and the rain blowing

the beast into nonexistence.