another ingredient in my antidote: this conjuring of awakenings and borrowed wisdom that I brew at night
In the cauldron I keep under the bed next to the mug with your name
No one knows about it except for you, me and whatever spirits may inhabit the room,
you loom over me when … naught but a shadow befriends me
You see these sorrows of mine have me speaking in past tongues back to times so historic, I need to be at the present with you at a time so euphoric
If only you could feel in a moment what you make me feel daily could your body even contain the glee?
You’d need 2 or 3 clones
AS I’ve said, you are my ginseng
a treatment prescribed to me by Karma herself because the beatings and betrayals I’ve endured ensured that my reward would be a love that made every nanosecond worth it