Spell Casting.




Incubate delicate dreams in speckled eggs protected by a feather-soft nest-
A whispered wish fluttering madly beneath your sternum,
Is freed by a paper plane we unwittingly cast under the spell of a full moon….
We are constellations of stars bathed in the crisp air of a black, wintry night.
Close your eyes and slow dance with me-
 Disconnect and reconnect my dots and the spaces in-between.

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