Enchanted
The half-light conjures shadows.
A kernel, curving. I wish to caress,
trace-touch, then on towards a tickle.
’till all shapes are charmed, a mess,
of you and me and light-spell riddle.
Stephen James Smith is a poet.
Enchanted
The half-light conjures shadows.
A kernel, curving. I wish to caress,
trace-touch, then on towards a tickle.
’till all shapes are charmed, a mess,
of you and me and light-spell riddle.
Stephen James Smith is a poet.
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