Love is a labor

But not tonight.

Tonight, it is hanging on a string

In darkness

Easy as pumpkin pie.

And there is a spell

Settled on the moment

Lingering in our hands

Neon and hot.

Cool as the Dog Star so far away.

A touch transferring magic:

Heat in my hands

I keep them there like bricks

Used to heat a scrumptious pot of soup.

All of these poems and more can be found HERE on Amazon in the anthology “A Cartographer”.