Magic

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.

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