Touch

She followed the symbols drawn across his spine

tried to count them but they were infinite

“what do they mean?”

he could give no answer

his lips curved but there was

no answer

 

she traced the symbols drawn

across his spine with her subtle hands

moved to weave

herself into him

she pressed herself into him

 

joined with the rugged curves

of his body, he was there.

More than anywhere, she found him there.

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Sorcerer

Take me to the land of your fathers

the land where the fairies roam

show me your glorious feathers,

your alchemical lore.

 

Oh do not hide the marks of

your magnificent splendor,

the furious touch of the dragon

that looms in your hair

 

shift and shape and craft me

with your mighty blow

take me swift into the arms

of your magical cloak

 

there, I ride the winds of dreams

surpass the scope of all imagining

lose myself in the sweet vales

of all that can be known.