When Shadows Hide
I breathe when you breathe,
and watching me,
you capture each lost molecule.
This book blinks whenever you turn the page.
I see you between the words, between the white threads.
You are the adored chapter, the one I read in bed before
sleep, and after I wake, before the first wren announces
dawn, then in the afternoon’s highest point, when shadows hide,
and later, as they emerge to stroke your bare shoulder.
What’s on the other side, you ask. What do you hear?
Your breath, I say. Your name.
“When Shadows Hide” was first published in the print anthology Epiphanies and Late Realizations of Love in February 2019.
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This is beautiful, Robert
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Thanks very much, VJ. I was inspired. 🙂
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It shows. You are welcome
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Ahh, lovely use of metaphor.
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Thanks very much, Liz!
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You’re welcome, Bob!
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“the adored chapter” etc – beautiful love poem!
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Thanks, Lynne. I was on a roll! Still am, I guess, but in a different way.
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