Conjure me a story, my love,
and make it up as you go.
Tell me how much you love me
tell me things I don’t yet know,
like how much you love to see me laugh,
or the way I twirl my long hair
around my finger as I’m watching you
as if making sure you’re really there
for sometimes love, it comes and goes
like a magician’s slight of hand,
one minute you’re there and then you’re gone
like love notes in the sand.