That Filthy Magician.

I remember laying in his arms,
he let me sleep on his chest.
His heartbeat sang me to sleep,
I listened, I confess.

A little over an hour,
after I'd closed my eyes...
I saw the peace on his face,
knowing I had him, all mine....

One kiss on his sleeping cheek,
I left for only a moment, I swear.
With a few simple magic words,
someone tried to stop my care.

He filled his void without me,
like I wished he wouldn't.
I tried to ignore, tried not to see.
I tried to sleep, but couldn't.

My magician hung me from a string,
muttering to make me change.
I broke enchantments with blades,
watching teardrops hit windowpanes.

I tried returning before his wake,
but it seems he'd noticed I was gone.
My thanks are for how he took me back,
so quickly in his arms.