Magic City
I grew up with an understanding
that magic lived in a city
of blue lights and coveted sin,
that men were built to be
senseless steel buildings
tall enough to shoulder any storm
but too condescending to shed a tear
they they will continue to be
the knight in shining amour
as long as the darkness
does not fade
and that for as long as you
shall say yes, they will stay
But this woman
is too robust to care
she locked her feelings
in her heart and fed the key
to the furnace
but caring isn't exactly
something you can contain
if it becomes too much
it lurks through the peep holes
and key holes
then finds the next taxi
to the city of magic
and even becomes the demon's
advocate.
So on most days she finds
herself bed strapped
and longing to know him
to breathe his air and maybe even
hear him talk
a whisper out of this man
jubilates her soul and sends
an after shock twitch through her
Now imagine what his touch
can do, but sadly
he wears rubber gloves
with thermal absorbers
and makes him cold
with a fire that glows only
from his eyes...
...she should buy a heater....
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