"Amarachi by Night" by the Dreamweaver

Words are not 
enough.
I need the sinew 
of bone/the
propitiation of blood, 
of heart, of touch 
to seal 
the spell of
the Magister's 
enchantment..

Safe, sweet 
and sorry 
have never 
been enough.
I need 
an edge 
of darkness; 
Deep storms 
of feeling 
that cruelly
lash 
into vulnerable 
places or strum 
the strings of 
desire.
That is the secret 
of my loving; 
that edginess/darkness/
madness; those
tiptoes of fear, 
foreboding and
helpless wanting; 
the carrot 
& stick of touch/
the opera 
of anger/the 
dirty dancing/the 
double-edged sword 
of remembering.
I speak of love
for Rosa
and no other.