Magical Thinking

I who believe in nothing
Need magic in the moment
Of every first and each deep
Touch, stars in your darkness,
Salvation in your embrace and
Wide open windows on your soul.
I choose madness and distance,
Sharp thorns and resistance, the
Enchantment of the unfashionable
And the illusion of kisses on every
Pair of burning lips and lost ship.

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