obsessed with a shadow

The shadow on my wall on lonely nights at 2am

is the most beautiful thing

I think I have ever seen

She radiates femininity

And she doesn't house a single flaw

The way her hair dances around her head

the little fuzzies framing her face

no longer a nuisance

now they are gentle

the curves of her body are so soft

like my favorite Klimt painting

I wish you could see

the way my silhouette

looks cast across my bedroom wall

but that is a privilege I only give to the moonlight

she has all the joy, and all the beauty