iron grip

he circle dances with Starlight herself
and even she loves him
her magic sparkling around his fingertips
but when I, transfixed, stumble
he smiles and lights a spark for me

he gently takes my hand with a single finger
and teaches me how to walk
while i hold glittering magic in the palm of my hand
even though it is not my magic

i hold onto his jacket hem
with iron grip, tighter tighter, until
the littlest bones in my fingers snap

but if he still gets away somehow
i hope he takes his magic with him

i do not want him to be without it