not just a man.

So on it goes
with a thought and a spin
weaving a yarn
just to write ourselves in
and our dreams are the lives
we put upon our pages
and whispered spells of fantasies
to summon our internal mages.....
Don't make light of me lover
because you know as well as I do
the fires that you need to burn
ignite from the things that inspire you
things that leave traces
like golden thread on pillows
a strain in your head
my sweet scent in your bed
it's in my nature to desire you.
I won't apologize for what's there
lurking in my heart
but the love that you betrayed must end
if this love is to start
and I think it might be plain to see
our spirits that are suffering
just might find something together
that we couldn't find apart.