Umbra

City

gone quiet all around me,

dim, shut-eyed windows all sleeping

with couples in their beds with

arms with legs

tangled hair all in a knot,

two people wrapped around cores of shining stars,

an entire universe of lovers on this quiet street...

Flicker

and glowing like lights through my

fingertips (touching fingertips),

the corona, chromosphere

expanding outwards from them in a halo of love,

like beacons

signal fires calling out to all those

like me

who are lost on city streets,

wondering why the best parts of themselves

are not enough to be loved

Their fires call

and I am not immune to the sound,

to all that glowing light

that casts me in the umbra of its impossible glow,

me,

this ghost,

wandering these city streets at night.