WITCHCRAFT

I’ve only met them

Two and a half

Times and yet I believe that

There is a part of me

That lives in this mysterious body.

They stretch so far

And so wide that I can’t even fathom

Where to wrap my arms

In an embrace?

It’s like there is a

Cosmic reflection of the stars

In their depths,

What a deep and welling

Soul.

I remember that the first time

We locked eyes,

I didn’t have the words to

Explain how my soul

Needed someone

Like them who was big

And strong

To show me who I was.

They saw me,

And with a simple wave,

They said “it’s a pleasure to meet

You” and then they left.

Brialee Turner