inescapable and innocent and blind
and maybe ignorant
and maybe delusional
and maybe childish,
but i cannot not.
with my mind and heart—
who do not ask my permission to
who do not calculate the odds
who do not assess the risks involved
magic keeps moving out of my fingertips
light beams linger beneath my eyelids
and the most vulnerable of wishes finds its way onto the sound waves wriggling themselves free from my throat
can you hear it
are you listening
do you feel it too?