My hair has been gently touched by your hands
When they were still warm
How will I ever get it cut?
When you cut yourself off from me

Death is lurking in the shadows
and grief seems to draw me near you through heart throes
Sorrow bounds me with you I suppose
as your absence glares

I remember that summer night
not long ago
when we sat across a carved watermelon
with a candle burning inside
the candlelight  
beaming from the eyes and the mouth
of the frowning watermelon, jack-o-lantern lighted your face
by a peaceful smile
when you looked into my eyes
with love and affection

A magician is not someone who can do tricky card games
and allure audiences
A magician is not someone who can hypnotize
and can get things lost
A magician
can lure you
and make love last
A magician can forever love with lust
A bright magician conjures beauty up
and does not let anything get lost

the orange peel jam freshly reminds me of the times
you hover around brightly in my heart
scraps of memory
all sharp and tangy flavored
memories
though very sweet there is always a bit of bitterness in all
so potent
piquant
and poignant
puncturing the heart