#mightandmagic

infused with you
a teabag strangely
floating just underneath 
the surface
its contents swirling

my muscles’ memory
contains you
the traces of your touch
your fingerprints darkly
smudged

on the fences of my soul
your scent persisting
the essence of your being
still residing quietly
on the tip of my tongue

we might just 
virtually be
two drops of salty water 
sharing the same path
through reality’s flood

and you
you might have placed a spell
on every last ounce
of my boiling blood