Promised Evenings: A Poem

My heart curls around your fingertip
like a slinking cat
winding its tail around a corner
pressing its bones against the edge
aching for release.
The cat will chase shadows in the alleys
as will I
seeking solace in moonlight
catching shades like fireflies
trapping them in jars
wondering when they will materialize
into the real thing.
Strange, how, we said these things to each other
Promised evenings, dawns foretold.
How quickly they fade
like the cat pouncing on a shadow
only to find
dust between its claws. IMG_0107