Kevin Trent Boswell

little devils

by Magus (Kevin Trent Boswell)

(for Jess)

clandestine sprites may try to intervene

and pixies seek to get in between

but I still would find some way, some mean

to get back to see her face gleam, somehow

I might be troubled by a nebulous moon

who would have me, to some other, cast my rune

but although I barely know her, I swoon

when the scent of her, like a tune, rises up to me

if all things were equal, I doubt that I'd care

but all things are not equal and so I will share

my time with her, whether here... or there

and it matters not where or when, so long as it's now

a black magician may throw cursed stones in my path

to steer me away, as result of his wrath

and try to keep me from her, but I would just laugh

and giggle a bit as I knock and she asks who it might be

as I said it's all conjecture, what I know of her

and the universe itself might be against us, as it were

but I, never having been one whom reason would stir,

to learn all about her is to be my new vow

and so to the pixies and to the moon, I say fie!

I kick the black magician and spit in his eye

and the universe, so far as I care, can lay down and die

so long as she makes some time on her calendar free