Backyard Spell

Friends and fairies weave a backyard spell

my reprieve from all that you may leave

she drew a mask upon my face as I sat transfixed and renewed

feeling the brush strokes of her hand

tickle my skin

as I sat near my dear friends

holding still in the presence of their laughter and merriment

when desire leaves you dry

good friends will get you high

and I am memorizing the night air

in the light of their stories

Tales told and tales we will tell as we grow old

Yet as I sit with painted face

I am separate from this time or place