Posted by Soft light drenches fur, feather and silk
Amid dark shadows and cool breeze
Still damp from the rain
It is Midnight
Moon is high
You are afraid of the maybe
Limitless love, maybe never returned
Newly laid plans, maybe never hatching
You wrap tight fists around us
Fear to give us up to the darkness
And become it
Oh, I know.
Your heart
Beats out a rhythm
Felt in the marrow of my bones
Your sweat hangs heavy in the air
I can smell you
Read, in the brilliance of pulse and scent
Who you have always been
Who you are, and who you will be
I hold my lips fast against my teeth
Watch you tremble from cold
Wondering when and if to speak
The truth a mortal should never have seen.
Magick From Scratch 
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