Ombre'

Ombre'

within this throbbing drum beat

rhythm of our hearts

slow

slowly

slowing...

as we barely breathe

quiet darkness 

gradually descends

pulsing outward

an imperceptible blanket

softly falls

late afternoon

shadows lengthen

our hungry fingertips reach

pulsing towards the light

cool air

warm breath rises

wide open arms

embracing

all that remains

Angela Minard 2015©