Wicked Magic

June 5, 2016

She shone with the light of all the ages
Focused to a single brilliant point
Setting fire to my very soul

A purple and chartreuse dress
Dipping low, cut short
She danced on the empty dirt road

I had turned the corner
In my beat down Plymouth Duster
As dusk gave way to starlight
And my view narrowed
To the two floods from dim headlights

I braked. Watched. Felt. Knew.
Exiting the car, I danced with her
In the stolid black night
Lit by the wicked magic
Enlivened in this true genesis.

Type: Poetry

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