A Body of Evidence

Love Spell Poetry

Tina Marie Elena, Make Love Watercolor no 200

A body of evidence, growing,
softening eternity where here, we are,
you and me and this heart we share and
now you’re singing and I see you everywhere,
in everything, like over there: a helicopter leaf
spinning through the air and the 
soldiers of leaves standing round the flowers;

only love can make love. You know this
tenderness penetrates, opens me fierce and
hot and I weep for nothing is as sweet as
knowing you are singing love songs, too.

A body of evidence, growling poetry through
sickness. A prayer? Something beyond the
layer of protection. You let me in. Let me
lick your sweet heart, lick your wounds. You.
You let me touch you. Give the love
I’ve always longed to. You are powerful.
A fortress strong enough to lower its guard, for
you know loving strengthens the heart more than
any workout ever could. 

A body of evidence. Our love pouring through the
pores of me. A river flowing through harsh winds
just to feel your fingertips which at this moment
are tracing circles round my lips, beauty and 
calluses and there, a honeybee creeps into its nest
like you into me into we. Another universe unseen 
until you revealed yourself to me.

Did you know, before I knew you were real, I missed
your presence. Before I touched your flesh, I loved you,
dear. A love spell, is it? Some sort of magick 
I worked out with the birds, flowers, rain showers. 

Nothing of logic could explain this gift. 

Hi, I’m Faye, welcome. Here, we get naughty and delicious on the journey to personal empowerment. And we do it through the realm of the erotic. We move from prescriptive to expressive. From obedient to deviant. From copied to embodied. 

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