Best Prestidigitation Poems

A zephyr blows
a warm kiss
on the back 
of my neck
conjuring desire;
serving Eros—
with sleight of hand:
a gift of flowers—
psyche succumbs....

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Tip toe in dark where mushrooms grow
One step at a time into the cellar cold    
Where hollow finds a niche in soils void
Barefooted through chambers down below
Bottles covered in dust line up to count
The years of vintage since they’ve been found
By flashlight...

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