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
