Kissing one another
Like gloves being turned inside out
My fingers cast spells against your tender places
Find the jewel there, polish it
With caresses tender as
Surgery
Flowing from one state to another,
The delightful rise of smoke
Coming from the solidity
Of my fingers against your flesh
Lips dancing, like your heartbeat is playing
Something low in the bass
Soon to be liquid
Like I have fucked you half to death
Making magic with my gentle strength,
Magicians we are, in the moment,
Sometimes performer,
Sometimes hat,
Sometimes, rabbit,
MB Blissett 