Shadow's Night

Shadow’s fingers shred the cloak of midnight: starry security for my fragile temple. Shadow’s nails incise the white porcelain of my neck  with deepened lines of red. Shadow’s palm suffocates my breath and muzzles the wailing cry. Shadow’s eyes bore holes into my secrecies and widen them for ill use. I’m acquitted only by the sun’s rays. The fierce irony: handsome night betrays.