magic, slow and invisible

by willeya

you are fire with lava overflowing.  you are ice with it all stuck inside.  i sit in front of you with my legs crossed and imagine this coffee is a trigger.  the trigger is connected to fireworks inside you, where it hurts or feels numb.  when you leave for that place that neither of us can follow, i push the button.

you rock and shake and come back into your eyes. there is understanding behind them.

the only magic between us is slow and invisible.  it is you saying “not yet” by the shifts in your chair.  and me replying “these things take time” through sipping my coffee.

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