You Are My Magick

There is a dark cloud overhead and the darkness of the night is fading in upon your moonlight as it becomes you.

Sometimes I just look at the night and then I think of you.

Your love is like sunlight and the sun is so high in the sky as daffodils sway in the nighttime darkness.

And then I think of you and what I tend to see is brown skin and dark eyes with jet black hair.

And suddenly that dark cloud disappears when I’m with you.

And every night that I am outside, I think of how magickal you are when words of some philosophical power overwhelm me.

I am then overcome with the gladness that’s you’re still alive and safe.

Everyday I think about you and I hide from my own heart for I dare not speak of love to you for it is something I dare not ever confess.

Not even tarot decks and crystal balls can define the meaning of your grace.

The future of our fated love;

The marriage of the wild youth.

The chasm by which Lucifer fell for a woman.

The abyss of truths untold and of darkness’ veiled life.

The way you my love, fuck my warm cunt.