Shadows

Will you walk me home in shadows?

Will you take my hand and learn my name and strip me bare on the sidewalk?

Can I introduce you to my darkness, firstly, and peace, second?

I crave intimacy in the absence of light

In the space that exists when the candle flickers out

When the ship is overtaken by the waves

When the child falls from the tree

When my mother makes French toast in the morning

The space that wells behind my sinuses

That intermixes joy and sadness so intensely my feet press ten times harder into the ground

Gravity shifting in the wake of emotions

Will you take my hand and learn my name in the shadows?