Conjured.
The wilted flower's a disguise.
Vibrant buds emerged,
casting their tender new bodies into the wind.
Her delicate frame reaching to the stars.
Lift me there.
Us.
I collect them softly,
I glitter them on streets and in hair,
on eyelashes and in wombs.
I create.
Because I know how.
This magic has passed inside of me for lifetimes.
You're lucky to feel the grasp.
To breathe it in.
The wafting scent of lilies in the Spring.
You'll have to wait for such a thing.
It comes like the soft quiet keys on the piano before we move into a full song.
Carried on whiskers of silhouetted cats,
That follow through night and wear many hats.
Shape shift to doves, that bathe in the dust.
The magic is inside, cast out if it must.
It travels in winds and the exhaling of our lovers.
It passes from our fingertips, to our lips.
We devour, we fever, then Cleanse.
Shining on stained glass.
A spectrum and our heart beats.
A soft rhythm, that builds like a drum before we follow into battle.
Laying in fields and what have we done?
Planted flowers,
Scattering stars like the seeds.
Digging my hands into dirt.
I am of the earth, where I bask in the moon.
I water this life, I bring the monsoon.
I call to the birds, that fly as they may.
I am She, the Sun who provides you each day.

-S.M.
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A wall you never knew existed is about to be removed.
Prepare accordingly.
Everywhere the light will reach, Exposed.
I see all. Be All.
Entrusting. Engulfed.
Coming in Full Moon Bright.
Bring on the Solstice night.

Coven cast,
better run fast.
The new moon set, by full moon we purge.
Out of luck. I've seen your eyes,
Emerald tears, I've severed your ties.
As I walk down the path a force of fire will rise.
In the tides now and I'm making songs from these waves,
those chains that hold are man made by whims of slaves.
Lay one finger and torrential rains rush in.
Dead in your tracks before you even begin.
The stones are now set. Strategically placed.
I sit in the corner, my fingers are laced.
And Beware. and Beware.
Cut like a lock of your hair.
Hunting witches,
we either grant or ruin false wishes.
Once given power I'm the one that can diminish it still.
Dare take from my soul, In return I take as I will.
S.M.
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You

Magnetized consumption.
Strings of glitter pouring from our mouths.
In drinks of blue, when I invited you inside, you knew.
Between our soft touch, all consuming love.
When eyes meet, and hearts fleet.
When the air is cold and burns my pale face,
you reach down to pull me back into place.
The sky is clear and I'm encompassed by stars,
Spilling out on sheets, hands roam,
these softened scars.
A place called home.

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S.M.