Magic Charm

That third night was a charm.
Walking with you
arm in arm
along Eighth Avenue
or maybe it was Seventh?
I can’t tell because
I’ve been under a spell
since that third night.

One thing is sure,
what I felt was pure.
Enchanted by each word
I’m certain I heard
my soul’s echo in your voice.
Through incantation and my
imagination,
you opened a portal
and led me into the
Marvelous!
Try as I might,
I’ve lost all sight
of life before —
those three nights.

Through calm assurance,
patience and endurance,
you discovered the lover in me.
Solo navigation would never reach this elevation.
Together we achieved
what I’d hardly conceived;
we made love real
and the possibilities are still–
bringing me to my knees.

Simple pleasure
beyond measure–
your touch, your scent,
your time
and the way you penetrated my
indifference–
I left a trail of blood
on Eighth Avenue
or maybe it was Seventh?
proof I died that day.

Our souls connected
I was resurrected–
reborn
through the gift of sight.
On sunny days,
this charm glistens,
shines so bright,
it hurts my eyes.
I’m surprised I’m not blind
or maybe I am?
On dark days
(not to mention the nights),
my mind plays
tricks and
I see glimmers of light
no one else can see and when
darkness hangs
on me
like a blanket of lead
–on these very darkest of nights–
I hold my charm tightly
but it doesn’t shine
brightly, so
I rub it in my hands,
press it to my lips
and feel its soft glow.
I see what I feel
and because I feel, I know–
that third night was a charm.

If you are cold,
this charm will make you warm.
If you are in darkness,
it’ll give you light.
It’s tarnished, you say?
that’s only because
you can’t see
as deeply as me.
My reply?
Open your third eye.

That third night was a charm.
Walking with me
arm in arm
along Eighth Avenue–
or maybe it was Seventh?
Re-member the magic
in that moment.

–JJModeste, 1/4/2018

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January 10th

January 10th

—MES

Let this day rain on you

hard and heavy with big,

fat drops that fall like

Gabriel’s tears and

deliver unto you

a message of hope.

Let a wild wind rip away

the mud-caked dust of despair

and leave you raw,

so sunlight can

singe all that hurts and

let new growth begin.

Let quiet calm halt time

and keep March away, for now.

Stay.

Here in this moment,

rage within but

stand still.

Fearless protector,

listen deeply and be comforted

as the universe echoes

the sound of your soul and whispers

these words from the vast beyond–

I am well.

—JJModeste, 1/10/2018