Shadow of the Dawn

Shadow of the Dawn

Your face is etched in the lightning,
One chance taste in the dark
Two dry lips to moisten me,
Setting two hearts to spark

We are born in the winter twilight
Our fingers locked in the air
We circle the danger before us
We mark our beat to the square

The shadows lurk on the edges
The death is there at the dawn
The flash of wanting fading
The negative of loving redrawn

© 2005, Alan J Stuart

[Tagged as Poetry]