Please don't let me awake from this spell.
I didn't know I needed hearts-ease
but let me never be uneasy again
about love or anything else.
I am lost in this enchanted wood,
and I don't ever want to find my way out.
Please say the spell again,
with your fingers scrambling elf-like across my breast,
writing your secret name into my mouth.
Midsummer draws near.
I scent a Mediterranean zephyr crossing the Pyrenees.
I want to plait camellias about your mount,
and ride with you up to the high sierra
where a golden eagle circles.
And then heads home to the north again.
10/05/08, 1.46pm
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