Darkness does not cease and give forth to light. It is not sudden, like a shout in the night or a breath that catches in the throat when there are no words. It slowly concedes its secrets like a whisper against silken sheets and lips against things unseen.
It is this gentle submission, subtle blending of dark and light that brings about those timid forms that tempt and tease us; guide and mislead us.
These are those, slight silhouettes.
** Really new writing, within the last 17 days or so. Any feedback is welcome.
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