He said his love for me is magical.
The kind that shifts warmth
to every area of my being.
Magical, indeed.
He seances my heart
until the death within speaks life.
I levitate on the residue of his love,
long after he has left the room.
Clouds become my sanctuary—
Gravity never allowed to have its way.
I became a supreme being,
all because his love embraced me.
Magical, indeed.
-Vmack