SHE STOOD IN A SHADOWED DOORWAY by Robert Davidson She stood in a shadowed doorway Awaiting the appointed time of delight Eyes mocking love as Lips of lust gleam in a moon-blanched night. She stood in a shadowed doorway When I shattered the dark with a light Claiming a fierce kiss on The porcelain pallor of a face so white. She stood in a shadowed doorway The touch of her body against mine stuns As our sexes meet Vaster than explosions of burst suns. Our lone paths cross, then are blown apart forever As I got what I wanted, and she her cash did recover. The scowl of pleasure's lips now scorn me ever Point down to the pit, mocking this sated lover. She stood in a shadowed doorway Her look of reproach unnerves, conceives A cool challenge while My lust blew away like dead winter leaves.
thats impressive... its kind of cold and callous, with this wired contrast of colour of real living pulsating life force.... its really good in that respect. I can see how the shadowed doorway is an example of that contrast...It makes us think of an empty dark space and then underneath it is this luscious living creature. i loved the contrast...[obviously!] thanks for sharing!
