In the lavish dusk

It is the cold Winter air
that seduces me.

Smoky air clings to my hair
fish&chips lures me greasily,
whisky dances in the lavish dusk.

There we are.
My shadow assured me: she wasn't going to leave me.

I could sever my own feet,
there she would stand
knowing neither gravity nor perspective
showing neither mercy nor sympathy.

She brought me where she wanted
where the lights were
she thrived
blacker and sharper.

Yet, I liked the dark streets,
the by-streets, graveyards, tunnels.
But there, in the dark, she wasn't with me,
she was nowhere to be seen.

Then I realized.

She was there.
She was the black sea surrounding me
engulfing each and every night stroll.

She never left me and never will.