Close Enough
like me
you like to hold
ordnance
in reserve
always
have one more volley
left to loft
from between your palms
like a soap bubble
once they are close
enough that you
can see the soft
eyelashes sweeping
against their cheek
when their inhalations
have synchronized
with yours
that’s the moment
to crack
the enchanted egg
to spill the sand
from the hourglass
under your coat
to let the spell
float out
