Disenchanting

Heavy stare and the air becomes thick and time slow like honey, colors blur

Through his eyes I can see more of his soul than his person

This is the moment I live for, when the universe presses its will in so hard we feel certain we could implode under the weight.

It’s the moment I will cling to, bite down on, to get through the pain

I am drawn to you he says and that is how they explain it

Force beyond measure pulled them to me and strange things began happening

Signs to point to us, I can see them too

Drawn so much they forget about the love they already have

Speak to me of the many compartments of the human heart

Promises left unmade to her and a consistency she has no right to expect

And when they have said and done all that they wanted this draw will be their excuse

I will be witch with much mystery in her step, hypnotic hips and eyes,

and the scent of spell magick

warm love will turn cold then flame bright bitterness and anger

My strong love quite pure will be said to have been enchantment

A spell broken by having gotten what he wanted and wanted it no more

Broken further by her tears and feelings of betrayal

They will reunite and cuddle close before the fire I burn in

All is well witch burned at stake love rekindled

Not this time though

And oh how you are

Of beautiful words you speak to me of fragrant springs

And your smell reminds me of powerful rushing waterfalls and wooded sanctuary

Eyes soft and magical like moonlit nights

Thoughts of hidden and ancient ways warm and leathery

like books in libraries that only exist in movies

a few words from you will have me pondering realities for days

and is the only thought strong enough to push from my mind the image of your lips

if I follow my heart it will lead straight to you

tonight I’m following my head

the power I do have is of resurrection, rising from ashes hurts more than dying by fire

phoenix no longer my name, not in love

let it be ghost, apparition

if I truly have such magick let me be phantom

and in spirit learn of my love seek it out in truth

and my darling, dearest one, I love you, I do

still I choose a path without you

I’d rather the cold of loneliness

than be burned again