In Case

You are the shadow shaped from missed moonlight,
and those unafraid of your darkness will find
a color of beauty undefined, undiscovered.

You are the unreachable itch on my back,
distracting me from much of life’s apathy.
Except you have no such back-scratching dreams.

You are the shoulders that grip my traveling eyes,
my breathing breath,  one shoulder to the next
for miles and miles and then back again.

You are a sparkler that lights up a room,
of the world, in my moonless mind.
(In case you were wondering why I like you.)