Enchantress
Glass
on table
fills with morning
Awake
her name
stuck in my throat
I reread her poems
sweet words
breaking my resistance
Thinking
do i want to fall
in love again
Maybe too late
I have met her
there is desire
Feelings crawling
like winding snakes
in my soul
Her radiance
and fragrant words
kiss me
How did I know
I would
feel these thoughts
What is she thinking
what do
her eyes see
lately the sun
breaks through the clouds
Before that
the sun, the moon
were mere black holes
Do I wish
to fall in love
Do I seek
a muse
a lover
a sister
a friend
an everything
Maybe she is
a sorceress
a siren
a poetess
an enchantress
Outside my window
the honeybee
labors furiously
from flower to flower
Much like my thoughts
as her name
is on my lips
Am I falling
to enchantress
calling
I walk to the beach
by the seaside
as a flock of seagulls
flies from the shores
of my soul....
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