I wrote a poem some time back,
which I shared with all of you here...

At the time,
I chose an image to meet the mood...
tonight, I thought I would draw it...

the poem...

MY SHADOW

I can see the shadow
approaching my body from behind,
wrapping my naked skin
in darkness as it gets closer.

Whispering fingers stretched,
Surrounded by the tendrils,
I feel the singular connection
of the index touch my spine.

It travels downward with intent,
In a single line, yet
touching every part of my being.

Removed, and suddenly there is nothing –
yet, so close now,
presence known and growing.

Breath choked, frozen,
As the shadowed tendrils
become tangible,
grab my waist and demand.

Fists tight and nails pressing,
I am consumed. Lost.
Lost in love and lust.

My will has succumb,
I become one with my shadow.

❤❤❤

Until next time...
Much Love from Cape Town, South Africa xxx
Jaynielea
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