A Tale of Two Swords

I pulled a card today.

Two swords; one in each hand
I didn’t know what to make of it
A blessing - A femme fatale
Part of me plays the fool

Holding nothing back
Stargazing, as if I know you
Snapping myself out of it –
This time burn slow

I write this in the dead of night
Hunched over a screen
Having wished sweet dreams,
I feign a spark - no kerosean

I build a fire twig by twig,
branch by branch, log by log.

Sitting - watching you balance
Two swords at once
I do not offer to lighten the load
Rest - Your battles are hard

I salve your blisters,
bandage the knicks
I’ll be your witch
I’ll point out the stars

Your name new to my tongue
Though my lips treat it well