Conjuration

My hands
colder now
but no wiser
Incant your shadow
Weaving
of their own mind
Improvising where memory fails

Here
My hands dance your oceanic eyes
Now they swirl through the brilliance
of your conjured hair
They dance your mystic smile
Dance your light-hearted laughter
The simple way you
Decanted water
into my open hands

Moving faster now
Even faster
Like the blades of a fan
they blur
Resonate harmonics
build within the whir

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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