Magic flowed a river of printed words
meandering across ivory pages
passing up through grazing finger tips and
pulsing along a bloodstream
traveling deep into lungs and then
as air molecules flowing upward and
out
his mouth between full lips.
Magic coursed into the space between us
as a river delta, pouring water into the sea
where I bathed in the warm current of
each magic word
he read to me.
My Swelling Heart 