Visit Poured

She has spells,
That only have me hidden,
In some sweet dream, away
From the binding.
She left?
I can only write her return.
Meddling eyes, welcome,
air about sensual terrain,
Her, metaphysical, intangible,
All inches. Lay, next to side
Overlooking coves, unattainable
That’s fine,
I don’t want her.
I’d rather