the wizard

i am watching you cast too many spells; burning cinnamon and black lipstick to lovers entwined in your thick concoctions (emitting coloured smoke through their sweat soaked bodies). the wolves have stopped praying for you, my love, proclaiming you, "sweet daemon," as they scratch at the sticks that betwixt your cauldron. your bones are becoming gaunt, my dear, and spiders are lacing their silk to the tangles of your hair, (growing as thick wires from your skull). the forest has stopped begging for you, my lovelight, we watch as the skin of your throat slowly dries in a scarf of your knots. your wand is breaking, the fibers cracking. your skin is shifting; shifting about your lungs, fingers. it's time for you to leave me, dear faerie, "oh please," i whisper, and you turn to dust.