That Magic

THAT MAGIC

you seem to disappear when I need you most

reminding me of someone I once fell in love with

a magician with the same old tricks

he never failed to perform his disappearing acts on me

when my heart ached most for him

and then appeared with love sewn tricks when

I was about to give up on him

he played pranks on me that hurt

where deeper than cuts  and the blood that gushed out were my tears

his finger tricks felt so good and so wrong at the same time

the pain and pleasure. the pain was the trick that kept on bruising my body

and the pleasure that made me forget about the pain.

but his mouth tricks were the best because they did some many wonderful things

I cannot begin to tell. the mouth trick he played was the best part of the show

I would be restless on my chair like a child waiting to open gifts on her birthday

his mouth tricks were the gifts I received for being able to sit through the whole show

O how I longed for them at every performance.

he was my magician and he never failed to perform his disappearing act when I needed him the most.


THE LOVEPOET