Hypnosis for Two

(1)

Soft-voiced creature

With eyes as pale as molten caramel

Or misty blue skies,

When will you be mine?

Soft-eyed darling

With a twinkle in your voice when you're teasing

Or teased,

When will you leave my mind?

Fine things catch my eye like a collector of the Corvidae;

Finery and luxury and lean bodies.

But you. Your crude outline when you walk before me.

The heave of your shoulders can crush all my high fantasies.

Bring me down to earth, storyteller

With your love of the old tales and humanity.

Today I am your word-weaver;

I line my nest with your tender words,

Pin you down here with all my treasures.

(2)

If she were summer

This would be her

The stillness of a moor

Frosty moonstone eyes

If she were winter

This would be her

Fog over a musing valley

Greyish purple twilight

If she were spring

This would be her

Stale windless heat

Daylight lingering

If she were autumn

This would be her

Elegant dress messy hair

A dark will-o’-the-wisp

With a smile that whispers:

I know you well, boy. I know you already.