speak my name
bind me
to your tongue
let my longing
snake
throughout your mind
entangle your dream
call my name
let it ring
in the sullen night
let the feel
of my fingers
slide down
your soft flesh
say my name
in hushed whisper
so i may find you
in this maze
of hedgerows
with tainted thorns
of longing
name me five times
i am yours
indentured
to your whim
a counterpoint
to your heart’s
thunder
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This…. moves me, in a magical way. Like a spell cast, a net of stars gently cast about my shoulders, I embrace my demise. Thank you for writing this.
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I wanted the feel of a spell. i like when a comment is more poetic than the poem itself. this is excellent
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Then you did perfectly (like always) because I felt entranced upon reading just the first couple lines. Magic, magic indeed. Sparkles in the air.
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like an idiot version of Candyman or Bloody Mary. I show up, crash on the couch, drink all the whiskey and then I’m gone
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