GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 29

When night falls she comes to me, Draped in silk as soft as cloud Shaped like desire And the music begins Cellos, violins and violas I clasp the small of her back As we slither down empty hallways She is like Fire Melting a portion of my heart each time Onto deserts of white paper Onto her soft breast (a part of my soul burns into hers) And one day my dear One we shall become The Written Word and I 29