Those fingers in my hair,
that sly come hither stare
that strips my conscience bare –
– Frank Sinatra, Witchcraft
She must have seen me first
through a thousand years of history,
for when she came to my door
she wore the exact name of my future.
She gazed through me
with eyes a thousand years long,
until I felt I belonged there,
trapped behind her pupils.
Her fingers passed the universe
through my callused palms
while she read my fate
in a calm voice I could not understand.
With molten lead
she cleansed my eyes of all evil
until she became my sight
and I could see nothing but her.
With a thousand spells, she reversed the moon
and became my night sky
and when I tried to question her and I,
she made me forget all of my why’s.
Written based on Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Magic – May 20, 2021:
the night glows lively
I feel the magic don’t you
moments to cherish