I never fell for magic tricks
until I fell for you
You knew my cards
before I looked at them
Cut people in half
and made them whole
I was mesmerized
You made my heart disappear
under a silk handkerchief
and left in its place
a moth
The flutter of its wings
felt so much like heartbeats
I barely noticed it was missing
until the moth flew away
like one of your magic doves
I keep hoping you will return
to make me whole again.
submitted for Magpie Tales, Mag 255
11 comments:
Beware of clever Gypsies!
The flutter.. I think they will return..
Oh, this is good!
love this side of you, mi amiga
lovely
gracias
A beautiful expression of love and loss.
I love love love this!! Such an amazing capturing of the capture of a heart in love. Wonderful writing Lolamouse!!
Although not melancholy, this piece conveys the initial "jumping in with abandon" and the loss.
This was magical, in every sense of the word.
=)
…a moth to a flame. Lovely metaphor!
Really, really enjoyed this. The flutter of wings for a heartbeat--what an image!
I love the narrative here. The magician as the lover, and the heart as a butterfly, lovely
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