Do You Believe In Magic?

How could I not believe in magic

when there are galaxies in your eyes?

When the stardust in your hands

longs for the touch of my thighs?

Don’t you find it strange

how we’re a part of something bigger?

How you know what words to use

to ignite my flame and pull my trigger?

Perhaps the atoms in your lips

once belonged to a shooting star.

So place your light upon my neck

and kiss away my scars.

All that makes up our bodies

were a part of life forgotten

in our breaths, so labored,

in our hearts, so wanton.

Maybe the particles that make up your body

once danced with the particles that make up mine –

billions and billions of years ago,

it’s how my soul recognizes your shine

So come and touch my skin, my darling

the next time you feel small

and I’ll show you, you’re a part of me –

moving as one, we’re a part of it all.