The Magician

Work is just something I do,
To distract me from thoughts of you,
My mind wanders toward you incessantly
Whilst images of you hover incandescently . . .

. . . Out of reach!

Words, your secret hoard of toys,
Can be enchanting playthings for little boys,
Use them to please me
And I will covet deeply . . .

. . . And keep them!

Your wordplay satisfies my core
But has created a need for more,
My greed, it consumes me,
Incites and provokes me . . .

. . . Slake my thirst!

Obsession, a word I'd never use
Before I met you, my muse,
But you have cast your spell
And twixt day and night I fell . . .

. . .Magician, take care!