I am a shadow,
he is the moonlight.
I hide in crevices
he is used to ignore.
I am underneath those
cushions they bleed dry
their eyes on,
he is the silver on bewildered
nights they get high and wild
at roof tops for.
I carry the darkest,
he swallows the deepest.
Of the two needy loners,
trying to fuck through
screens and wonder
through assumptions,
I am the one defeated,
when the clouds present him
naked at the oddest of hours.
-Oshee.
