Feet agile. Long steps to the carnival tent. Step up on the magic carpet. Get away.
Strong hands. Callused palms. Shuffling a deck of cards. I can only choose one.
Brown hair. Specks of fairy dust I showered on you.
Full lips. Uttering spells and charms.
Entrapping, mystifying. Strange unknown languages, yet so familiar.
Mismatched eyes. One green, one grey.Carefully watching everyone. Carefully watching me.
But you are a trickster. I am your audience. Sometimes I feel like your show is only for me. Other times, I am just another in a crowd of people captivated by your tricks.
I don’t know what’s real and what’s not.
Because your words are lies. Illusions. For some reason I don’t mind.
With the click of your fingers, you disappear. Evanescence.
Were you even there to begin with?