The cold side of a pillow 

is magic, waiting to happen 

The condensation of a coke can

is disturbing in drips

The salt of the air

is tantalizing, I swear 

The floral pull of a lily

is deceptive in its syrupy power

The brush of denim

is comforting against hot skin

The floating wisps of fog

is product of dragons’ wings

The alluring glare of string lights

is sufficient to warm my heart

The clicking clash of keys

is soothing to my ears

 

The world is large and scary 

but there is magic 

in the air

 

And I have found, 

darling

 

And my inspiration lies there