aayoungi fell upon the bed
spent
my hair cascading over the edge of time
black tendrils
red and gold reflecting
the light of burning stars
i am dick drunk
bow-legged sore
knees quaking
throbbing
lips swollen from forceful kisses
smiling
at the taste of him
he makes me forget
if i have ever been
in love like this before
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
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