Spellbound

Taking a tender shoot
made up of wadded seed
and affection there was no room for,
they planted an idea
and created a living monolith
full of tortured whispers of want-
it was not a place of peace
but of comfort and intimate color
lighting up the night
like counting sums that turn out right
or a hand settling in another
just right
when there’s nowhere else to turn.
They called it Spellbound
and laughed at anyone who thought it a trick
because only people can be fools,
not the heart.