the wizard

star among stars,
the contradictions hover above you

like a dull, dirty halo. you are
as pure and rare as gold,

as noticeable as birthmarks
underneath the skin. when i

let you in, my tongue sticks to the
roof of my mouth and i lay

silent, unable to carry the weight
of your shadow. my dear wizard,

you are the master of ceremonies,
the mouth that spits sharp tongue lashes

on my soul. i thought this conversation
was dead, but my body is open

to empty heat. to being turned into
stone. i will not deny you. i will not deny

you.