This Power Is Not Magic Poem by Jimi Doyle

magic is always a lie

the delayed denouement of any ancient formula
or magic religion is always
a mirror
a trick
a diversion

there is this power over me
and it made me love you

there is this power over me

if love means unlimited delight
in another's well-being,
i love you

if love means wanting
to spend two weeks
locked in a hotel room with you,
i love you

there is this power over me

that powers the ritual velocity of the water
down the river
that powers the plenary arc of the stars
as they
live with the stars
die with the stars

there is this power over me

it is a mystery power
over my blood
my heart
my soul
over my fugitive shipwreck
of submerged mercy

over the elementary meadow
of your arm
or your ankle

if love means unlimited delight
in another's well-being

i love you

if love means wanting
to spend two weeks
locked in a hotel room with you

please