dear eros,
how often
than not
do you receive letters
or petty incantations
from all the hearts
which sing to you?
i invoke thee
as my heart sings it's song
and my message
carried by the wings
of turtle doves
bring me someone
who reminds me that
true love exists in between the spaces
of skipped heartbeats.
Sleep blissfully; but warily
As the moon looms over you
Demons dance in the shadows
And climb on the walls
I smile as I chant my gypsy curse
You are mine
You are mine
You are mine
Forever mine