sun filters in softly through the ***** window,
dappling the crumpled sheets that twist over her body,
tangling with her limbs.
i have never believed in soothsaying and sorcery,
but her spine is pure divination as it presses the flesh of her back taut.
the ends of her knotted hair whisper incantations to her shoulder blades.
she casts spells on the light that dances across her skin,
gathering it in her bones and dispelling it with every breath
that passes through her delicately parted lips.
her body is augury, her face is illusions, and her eyes are enchantments
and as i lay in the light that bathes her and beams from her skin,

i am under her spell.