i put a spell on you
press the tip of my binyeo
on your jugular
as your tongue undresses my soul
the wax of these candles
seal the deal
scalding against the
tender skin of my exposed back
you've cast a spell on me
my name rolling off your tongue
like fervent incantations
inviting me to stay
your words
are a promise
that form the likeness of shackles
around my wrists and ankles
the curtains are opened wide
and the moon once again says hello
used to our silhouettes,
and the way they move
if someone were to
walk by and steal a peek
would they be able to see our magic
or just our sweaty bodies glitter?
