Spellbound

Photo by Yeshi Kangrang on Unsplash

Don’t leave magic for mediocrity.

You’ll feel my imprint way past the touch of my lips,

Or the scent of my skin,

And that’s the real tragedy.

That sinkhole in your heart can’t be filled by the nomads you come across,

Who only use you for sanctuary until the rain stops.

Don’t dismiss the one who is interested in the contents behind your eyes for the one who’s more interested in what’s between your thighs.

This is a love letter to the majestic being you are,

I’m forever bound to you,

Near or far.