We sat there, covered in magic. 

My arms were open, my palms facing up. 

You stole glances at me. I pretended not to notice. 

My face hurts from the smiles you stretch across my heart

Sparkling lights and transcendent music weren’t necessary to feel the magic. 

Your skin glows. 

Your touch revitalizes. 

How full I can feel when I’ve let you go. 

I choose to release, again. 

I give you the space to return.