Claudia Moscovici

The painful poignancy of desire

Magic

You sorcerer, you dream
Your magic wand
Casts its spell over me
My eyes mesmerized
By your clement force
A drop of emotion on the tip
Beckons my tongue
To efface traces of love
To savor them with the fervor
Of the disorienting desire
You command through
The vulnerability and strength
Of the pleasure you give.