love, lust, poetry, Uncategorized

A Rough, Yet Gentle Magick

Within this rough

Yet gentle magick

That courses through me

In senses and words

Lies a secure adventure

A loving danger

Where all that you know

Might be traded for

Real gold

Rather than pyrite

Diamonds as opposed

To zirconia

I know myself

The loving passion

Offered up

Present in my caramel

Eyes

Each look

Each word

Sweeter than the last

I am

Forest, where each breath

Breaks the silence

Ocean

Where each powerful wave

Goes unwatched

But always sensed

Am I in your blood

Your breath

I stir up

Unbidden thoughts

I am a house

On the borders 

Of all that you know

Your hand fits so well

On the door handle

My key

Opens your lock

And the click of tumblers

Turning makes

Your breath short in your lungs

Step through

Warm enough inside

To stroke real feeling

Into the sweet

Ambitions of your 

Soul

Hear these

Words

In my voice

Let them 

Reveal 

You

Infinite

In 

Your capacity

For passion

Larger

Than 

You 

Can sometimes

Contain

 

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