Magick

Thee only magical thing I found about you was

The warmth of your eyes,

The touch of your skin,

The taste of your lips,

The smell of your hair on my pillow,

Or the wind that combs through it softly throughout the morning and in the evening.

And the way you write your poetry like musical notes on type-written paper.

The way your connotations complete the way you write your papers and also, the way you make love seem real.