Salt shines,
circling me,
sparkling in the sun,
if I look close enough,
and demons drool,
jealous and dripping in desire,
reaching out but never quite connecting.
Salt shines,
circling me,
sparkling in the sun,
if I look close enough,
and demons drool,
jealous and dripping in desire,
reaching out but never quite connecting.
Honey jar of hope,
soaking up the sun,
making plans with the moon,
on my windowsill.
I sneak into the realm,
where you sleep,
something sweet falls from my lips,
to the tip of your thoughts,
and I leave you,
as I found you,
(for the most part),
because sometimes,
a man needs to think he figured it out,
by his own hand,
when he awakes,
he needs to feel strong,
as he walks into the day.
I write,
that you’re mine,
fifty five times,
my hands can repeat,
each letter of your name,
and each moment of our life together,
without even thinking.
I pray for you,
I bathe in juniper berries for you,
I carve up my heart,
as you do,
mirroring the scars,
with a new knife,
following your tracks,
runaway train of sentiment,
speeds,
spellbound,
to wherever you desire.
You never believed in magic,
but you have more than you know.
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