Magic

 

A luminous shower of undeserved magic

Land on skin

Seep into pores

Deep into the soul

No escape

Wincing, belly clutching

Trying not to look

Trying not to feel

Hidden

Frightened by the knowing gaze

Of discovery

Slow panic

Threats of throttling

By invisible hands

Unknowing

Overcome

Blessed without innocence

Unglamorous sin

Seen by Angels

Ashamed

Vibrant, luscious fruit

Without appeal

Desperate to tempt

The blood in the Moon

Close, so close

Brazenly exposed

Poised to rain down

With neither guilt nor malice