Witches and Warlocks
May not
Have you
Yet.

You are mine.

Friends only
May you be with them
Until I die.

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

Then and only then,
For evermore

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

I kid myself,
You are already
Theirs.

And I
May only watch
And shyly hope,

As you
Visit with me.

Between
The noon and noon.

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