He was like a quasar
starlike
remote
exuding energy
felt by those not even near his orbit
Every person gravitated to him
some wanted him
some wanted to be him
all wanted to steal something from him
absorb his light
Spinning away
she tried not to focus on him
or herself
He was a bloom
She was a scale
He was a jewel
She was a witch
A hand on her shoulder
a gentle turn
a dark voice,
"You have cast a spell on me,
one I never want broken."
She wasn't a scale
she was the jewel's balance
He wasn't a jewel
he was the witch's beauty
Together
they were magic
9-March-2024
Tressa Lee Breen
Love this one - well woven
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