So I sit
and stare
out my window.
It�s late
and very dark
but the glow
of the street lamps
let me make out
her shadow.
A most wonderful shadow
with some very
lovely curves
and she has
a friend.
maybe as attractive
I can�t really
see her.
They talk
I think
And they flail
their hands about
but it all seems
odd to me.
My mind takes
in the picture
but my eyes
don�t believe
my mind�s version.
They are beautiful.
I do believe
and they are mine.
Those shadows
belong to me.