The shadows in grayish form cast along the wall.
Catching on the baggage you carry underneath your eyes.
They softly tease and play there, before retreating back under your lids.
I touch your hand and it shimmies back into its coat sleeve.
Hissing, a retreating snake.
You pull at my hat, successfully releasing a few unruly curls.
I tuck them back.
Cheek to cheek I feel the craggy lines life has marched in a redcoat tempo across your face.
This close you can see my freckled flaws and the crookedness of my smile.
Stepping away moving to the side we dance with these words.