she touches the ink
on the back of her neck
considering all the sin
and skin shed
then smiles her slithering grin
knowing with a mortician’s assurance
all tattoos are temporary
Tag: magick
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tarot
78 cards and i find you
my magician
you’re not supposed to be real
yet there you stand
with the highways of ohio looping
infinity above your head
a spell written by the hand
of my most unrealistic desires
conjured amidst vials of green poison
your shadow causes
the rose and lily conspirators
to fade into their own effluvium
coin, cup, wand, and sword
in your stead
wild flowers bowing in windy reverence
i hear a violin falling in love
what is to be done with you
what is to become of me
fate smiles
a gypsy wearing rags
whispering
my fortune is to participate
in this love poem