Star Magic
J A Crowder
YOU, do you see me? Feet planted firmly on soil; hands grasping for the invisibilities of his airy breath?
Nigh, touching skin; gingerly moving my hair’s darling strands as his hot whispers fall upon my neck
A soft vibration & a moistened heat procures a surge of chilled goosebumps overlaying my outermost shell
Thus, releasing each quivering quell of emotion from within my inner most depth
As a touch becomes a magical moon, or a star’s bedazzling glitter amid a stealthiness of cold, dark atmospheric air
Nigh, eternal bleakness is hammered down by his warmth; his fine cotton dandle, sweeping me in, filling my sky with his musk
Here, I roam free, with broken glass sealed together again
YOU! Do you see me, beneath a moon’s spender? Here, I catch a light’s pleasantries, placing his each glitter of star magic upon my heart
November 27th, 2021
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