The solidness

of your memory is almost like touching.

In pre-dawn darkness, eyes

open or closed matters not.

Your form and mine,

a single unit, a conduit.

In sacrifice, my love,

surrogacy is key.

Sympathetic Magic

1. Magic based on the assumption that a person or thing can be supernaturally affected through its name or an object representing it.

I press a kiss to the inside of my wrist

and know you can feel it,

miles away as you are.

My teeth, my lips, gently on your

shoulders,

god, that I could kiss my own lips

and be kissing you.

The Law of Similarity

1. Like produces like. The effect resembles the cause.

My arms around

myself and around you.

Thousand-mile embrace,

ignore geography

in the pursuit of love.

The sun threatens the dream,

but I’ll hold on, all teeth,

my body still yours in disguise.

Law of Contagion

1. Things that were once in contact eternally remain connected, and through that connection, what affects one can still affect the other.

Five AM, us dancing

in the kitchen, me alone,

twirling, leaping, knowing

that you’re still abed.

And yet you’re dancing,

both of us caught in my motion.

Love, tell me, do you feel

that?