Can I conjure a real woman of my choice?
From the black thirsty dark clouds to melt and rain
In her flow and my whim's incredulity
Playing each tarot figure to my divine will
As I create this sonnet to personify
Dark adventures of my mind into rhyme
And recall memoirs that plague my desires
But I feel lust as we enter this haven
Touched by passion and zeal in our earthly love
Discover the charm reaching beyond our dual soul
Eager to evolve within truthful longing
As it grows unhampered: steadily with joy.
Black Magic provoking celestial fusion?
Nay, for she is the one I adore each day.