Incantation

by Liana Hemmett
(1/10/01)

As you wake I whisper a charm
in your mind and hold you there,
spellbound. Your clothes on the floor 

lazing

twisted inside rose perfumed incense.
Your wristwatch graciously awaits you.
A coffee cup in the sink

abandoned  

I run my tongue around its edge,
press my lips against where you drank.
Every hour observes your day in detail.

blankly

The TV stares back at you, unseeing,
ungrateful; I'm jealous
of its nearness to you. I inhale

deeply  

swallow you. I move
inside your day; I become the woman 
in the shop where you buy oranges; 

pressing

change into your palm and trailing
my fingers past your wrist. I am
the indolent cat outside your house

stretching  

in the sun. I am the music 
you love threading, swirling and twisting
around in your mind. I hear

every

word you unfold and waste. 
I spread myself around around your walls
The illumination in your mind,
The portrait in your soul

©2001 by Liana Hemmett

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Liana lives in a small town on the East coast of England, has three children, and teaches deafblind people independent living skills. She writes constantly, and seeks the ever elusive publication, whilst maintaining an online community of unpublished poets. Visit her Web site, Tortured Poets.