We make magic, you and I.

Special moments, static in a smile
Around which we flit
Butterflies-in-like, sipping nectar as we fly
Wings pulse in perfect beat..

We create time within time

Tiny pockets of remember-whens
Breaths held in delight
Pleasured lips, split apart in amused caress
As we welcome memory’s bite..

We see beyond and before we see

Endless possibilities, froze’ in secs-yet-born
Futures in uncertain amber
Hands twined, leaping into chasms as they yawn
Slip betwixt present and yonder

We are forged in ancient fires

Deja vu, in every mirrorred thought
Familiar..yet strange pause
When we remember what we long forgot
Unsurely spun in reality’s gauze…

We are fated.
We are cursed.


About feminemdapest

I love words and how beautifully they can be woven. I have a wicked sense of humor and a mind like a sponge, so little gets past me. As a result, I have a garbage heap of a head. Did I mention I love words?
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