furtive - sonnet

my shadow cradled in your longing gaze
endures with gratitude the lashing blink
that fractures its translucent glassy haze
dissolving it in teary salty ink.
your eyes i feel, when guided by my prints
they gently trace the path i took and take,
though often farness’ vitriolic splints
sink deep, inveigling you to all forsake.
you hunt my trail, i strive to not look back,
though in your name my oxygen resides,
i keep on going, while my moves you track,
and i pretend to look at other sides,
so that at times, when you my touch don’t guess,
my shadow can again your eye caress.

John X. McCullagh
The shadow knows what hearts can only guess

Chaos1214
Ah, secret conclusions remain hidden from all but themselves. Peerless exposition, as usual.

spysgrandson
another fine work ms lili