A Spell

When I’m lonely, angry, afraid,

I invoke a simple magic:

Three times over, just your name,

Like a heartbeat, quiet and fragile.

I press my lips against my wrist,

Against my pulse still singing softly

A silent promise, that secret kiss:

I love you, darling. I’ll love you always.

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So? I would love to hear feedback, good, bad or indifferent.

-J