We spoke names into water
to find which patterns would appear
Our breath crossed the Atlantic
bold sun burned my nights
your soul in the sheets
Colossal, our attraction straddled the continents
I am who you gave your heart to
And who am I
to exchange my heart for the slow undulation of the seasons
We should behave
before this meteor falls
and a comet traces the nights sky.
Long ago, in the desertic south
I burned one candle inscribed with two names
poured the wax into water and watched
as embryos appeared and
floated like little witches.
I now keep them in a box.
You stole me away from the land of artists
Enchantnment is overrated anyway
Someday, children picking over our bones
Will never know
we were as crafty as wolves
And just as hungry.