Faces of Shadows.

For you too― shall be
shadowed;

I barely know their
names; These Faces of
Shadows― full moon lighting in
to windows; lighting faces

of women without
reasons here to be. How they
shape a light of our
wedding rings― child-filled wombs from
planted seeds; dreams of a soul

mate they think they see
in me; though their thoughts are just
dreams and their Faces
of Shadows only fill my
sensual needs― as any

red-blooded human
man; shuffling hormonal
needs and desires
with spiritual fires, but
unable to drop guards on

my insensitive
ways― maybe that is why cold
bed halves; candles and
incense in silent baths and
emptiness now devour

my days― which lays me
down in arms of you; (for you
too) shall be shadowed―

I have hurt for love; danced for
fools where pleasures lived― longing

for more than loves were
willing to give― (looking to
favorite mistakes;
bittersweet ruins; thorns of
roses)― how I loved you; how

you easily hooked
my sincerity to your
hearts; and cut the cords
before our love could be born―
aborting all my hopes and

dreams― with the morning
after pills you fed me through
your conversations
of regrets― right after you
shadowed my face; so you would

not see the pain I
would endure from the hurt you
would cause me to feel―
for like warm-blooded women
(who juggle sensual needs

and spiritual deeds)
caught-up in your alluring,
yet devious ways.
Confused on where to run and
then writing me off as

evenings of fun― which
brings my arms to you; For you
too will juggle in
fires unwilling to tame
with shadows of women names;