Sunday, February 6, 2011

Magician

I make magic


Every time

Because
I gather things up

like his heart
my integrity
our existence

Cast a spell

Say

Abra Cadabra
Hocus
Pocus

Extend my hand

And like always

Things

disappear.......

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ha! How real is that!? Puff!

Freelance Monkette said...

Shelley, I don't think your integrity disappears and, thus far, the disappearing of his heart has been a blessing for you as you wait for your true man. Celeste