The old Woman and Her Snake Charming Friend.

You couldn't disagree with the fact that she was a charmer. Her smile, the way she always moved. Everyone could see it, the way it spun its web around her. Walking into mamacita's one day she said to me "that one over there" as she points at a blond haired boy in the corner. I giggled, looked and turned away quickly. With her magic she has his number at the end of the night, at the end of the week a lover.

She knows that this can be good and bad, a power wielded by a loving and hurting heart. the power lies here. She cant turn it off. The giving and the loving. She can't turn off the jumping and joy that burns like a furnace. She is too hot for some, but for my cold and brittle bones, she is just right. i want to build a life under her, here on this beach. i want to wield snakes like she does, jump up into the air, but i am old. i have let the youth escape and i wonder, if i will return. if with her magic she can bring me back to life, back to the charmer i once was.


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