Magi

Your haunting voice escapes me, informing my mind your conduit.
Savor thus, my stress, and how my love is blood. You may soak embellished inside its force, and share my fancies for many men have done. And with them binds your forbidden memory, wrapped in which you claim.

Can you no longer feel the distance, between the stars has grounded ugliness, fanning everything a costly beauty? Stranded as ye lay, rapt, staggered by this desperate recognition…how hopeless you could go, sharing less by your intrusion, a poets mind.
As every time I touch you, a cold hand beyond my brow, I feel your reach and pull away. As silk honed iron clangs in combat…wanting to be alone in my thoughts. Yet this companiable guard has vowed, so streaks his sword anon, a blistering horizon, severed from its kindness. New within this lonely winter, I’m strewn upon these frozen sands.

There mine, a broken body, standing firm within his mind, fought to end his will. Segregating death for one more time where’s peace. Delivered within a blooded dream, visions apparent my brooding kin, where therein something slakes me.
Until I feel whole again, so that more than ever I curse.

At once I housed a djinni, and my limbs were yew in his command. Until my resolve was bade to thicken, whence the blows were sentient and how I fought, only to be free again, as Magi.