Liz's spell
By sneaker
Witchcraft ivory Sorcerer's orbs Speak the words I am transfixed Utter the barest mumbles and I am yours I hear your command- and draw near, nearer still Foreheads merge as noses touch Slowly the world vanishes Only you and I remain, and we are one But in a flash the spell is broken Magic too intense for even you to bearPosting this poem, not sure it's very original, I can't find the words for what transpired. The problem I think is this is too much description, not enough feeling. Opinion? Nov 18, reread, didn't like, made some changes that improve it some. Perhaps it's better now, perhaps only different. Written November 3rd, 2001 © on Nov 17 2001 07:57 AM PST 0 • 8
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