My moon madness.
My magic man.
Mine, mine, mine.
The shadows cast from the trees are bigger
Than you or me.
The sweep of the owl wing, ghosting whispers,
Love caught in the branches.
I feel as though I was running for so long.
Not knowing that I was running towards you.
I never thought I would be so taken.
Overtaken.
Craven.
And.
Consumed.
And it is stunning in its totality.
I love you so.
And I have been running from you for ever.
Afraid.
This fear that crawls up my arms and wraps its hands around my neck,
Shivering me with silent threats and the sing song of the moon,
Which distracts me from the insidious slide down the slope of love.
I fell into the hole and rather than needing to fly away.
I settle.
I am not afraid.
I am not afraid to fade out and burn away.
I am not afraid to grow old.
I am not afraid of time.
Unless it is time that I think I will not get to have with you.
Thinking and thoughts do not serve me.
So.
I believe in magic, in mojo, in music, in poetry.
In.
You.
Singing in my blood.
Laments and sorrow and all the heart-shaped progressions
Of stories and tales, fairy tales.
The mystic and mysterious.
The wolf at the door.
I see your eyes and I know.
I don’t have to ask questions.
Sometimes.
I ask anyway.
I want to see the shape of your mouth when you say the words.
I want to watch the shade of your eyes change.
I want to see them widen, dilated with love.
I want to drink you in with all my senses.
Even my sixth.
Especially that.
Intuitive and dark and dreaming.
Oh.
How.
I.
Dream.
Of you.
Drowsy in the morn having run through the wilds.
Chasing you through the magical woods.
Thinking that I have been running for so long.
Only to collapse in a puddle of late night moonsong.
Wolf song.
Love song.
Blood.
Heart.
Magic.
You.
Caught.
Entangled in my hair.
But it is I who is captured.
I will stand still in this grove.
Arms at my side.
Ready for your embrace.
Your face already embossed upon my heart.
How could I do naught,
But surrender?
So.
Easy.
Graceful.
Bending with
The desire only to feel the press of your lips on mine.
If tears fall from my eyes.
They be but tears.
Of.
Joy.
At my unsuspected.
Uncanny.
Supernatural.
Love.
For.
You.
Auntiebubba 