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Mar 28
I liked the way our shadows that night
               leaned out into light
that rained down from the street lamps' buzzing
               --just like my insides--
Control my racing heartbeat and remember just to breathe.
Fifty feet beneath our ranging footsteps,
surging river drives and weaves.

                    It felt like I was dancing
                      with you next to me
            while we walked along the course
                        of a familiar street
                Was it just tricks of the light
                                 at night?
                 Please don't leave me behind.
          Let me watch you dance with shadows
                      even if it makes me blind.

                    If that's what makes me blind
                    then I don't care to see again.
                    I'll greet these quaking knees
                                           and palpitations
                                                as old friends.

You told me that your lantern lately
               had been flick'ring low,
guttered by the dead-eyed hunger
               of some folks you know,
Confided that you'd had it with them, and with your own doubt.
Tried to find a way to tell you that I
know how that feels--to drown
                                             when our rivers roar and pound

                    I felt like we were dancing
                           in our ***** street
               while our shadows walked ahead
                        just laughing silently.
                    It wasn't tricks of the night,
                                   alright?
                     I won't leave you behind.
             Even when you dance with shadows.
                       Even if it makes me blind.

                    If that's what makes me blind
                    then I don't need to see again
                    as long as shadows sing me
                         whispered torch songs
                               now and then...

I liked the way our shadows that night
               leaned out into light...
Take care of your important people and let them take care of you in turn.
Kyle Kulseth
Written by
Kyle Kulseth  M/Bozeman, MT
(M/Bozeman, MT)   
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