Shadow Woman

street lamps 

airbrush the bellies 

of snow-laden clouds,

as the velvet curtain of night

presses its lips to the dusted streets.

your weary, weighted arm 

wraps a shoulder,

in womb, warm comfort down.

.

i am shadow woman,

woven from wishes,

tucked half lit 

in your memory-present.

i vanish from real,

far from anyone’s mind

but my own.

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© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Painting: artist unknown

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