Witches and Warlocks
May not
Have thee
Yet.

Thee is mine.

Friends only
Thee may be with them
Until I die.

Then, and only then
May thee
Dance and turn
Within their sacred glade.

Then and only then,
For evermore

May be thine,
And theirs,
Upon the forest floor.

I fool myself,
Thee is already
Theirs.

And I
May only watch
And shyly hope,

As thee
Visits with me.

Between
The noon and noon.

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