Magic is Madness
“If I sang you a love song, would you think me mad?”
“Most likely.” she answered.
“Why, darling, how sad.”
And he laid out his bones as a bridge for her feet
For though she could break him,
she made him complete.
And though he could lead her astray, he did not
But blew her to dust
with a look and a thought.
She read him her wisdom from borrowed life notes,
And he held her hostage
with lips to her throat.
And, for her, to love him was never a choice,
For magic is madness,
and hers was his voice.
– s. Clark