Shadowplay

some nights, I’m all hands.
I wander over
breasts,
curved back,
curled lips.

a puppet show–
shadowplay, all hands
slidingfingersbent,
a flicker-show of
odd shapes, animal shapes
hot shapes that scramble silently,
bubbled up, unbuttoned shadows
they fly into corners
they fall still.

Shadow oceans build up,
a shadow beach,
shadow figures play
in the sub-substantial spray.

there is a closed door
but open shadows,
working shadows that slip
apart and together
stood up, or rolling around

flickering hands
that move together and separate–

hands move.
They cast shadows
rushed together
on opposite walls