Magic
Many years of ups and downs to speak of
Yet together, never a sunset seen
Day turns into night, hate turns into love
Sinners into angels, sheets in between.
In between the sheets, magic created
The ecstasy, fueling the desire
Our deep love physically translated
The passion setting our souls on fire
Souls on fire, fueled by angry words
Which seem to disappear with every stare
Always hovering in our minds like birds
Trying to distract us from what we share.
What we share is the longing for the day
Hovered birds turn to doves and fly away
6/14/2017
Copyright © Poetically Numb | Year Posted 2017
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