It's Magic

It's magic. It's magic the way the tongue etches words into silence.

You looked beautiful in your sweet smelling clothes. I could taste the candy film on your skin zigzaging. Evenso, something was missing. You were distracted by the rest. You thought they were more interesting than me because you forgot that the familiar is mutable, too. I walked away.

Hot breath.

< flicker >

On my neck.

The candy has returned, but I no longer crave that sweetness because I know that it turns to salt. I step from the earth into the ocean my heart lit with fire. I like salt, too. I dream of you. I love you.