Shadow

To a well-lived life,
you walk in the light of day
like an upright man.

No belly slither
No horns, hooves, or full-moon beasts.
Open deceit, no.

Skin smooth velvet, breath
honey mead. Tormenting and
irresistible.

Alexandrite eyes
aqua green in the daylight
rubies in the dark.

The slow, setting glow
of an orange red sun builds
anticipation.

Sounds of rushing souls
their shadows growing, then gone
when night's curtain falls.

Tap at my window
an invitation to fly
deep into the wild.

In the pewter sky
stars blink, look away, ashamed
of their nakedness.

Thirst for nourishment
a gulp of your dream herb is
intoxicating.

Beneath your black wings
in a thicket in the dark
blood rises, fire rains.