magic
the very first words in this notebook
are your name, the source of your magic
just two words and notes from our first meeting
no visible sign of the love affair to follow
those simple syllables still hold my heart
in a clenched fist, still open the floodgates
making my blood rush through my veins
like snowmelt down a mountainside
does my name raise bumps on your arms?
does it bring the red of an Alabama sunset
to your pale cheeks? do you feel me
in the secret places only lovers know?
I say to myself this is the last poem
I’ll write about you, but I said that
the last time, too
2 January 2014
State College, PA
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