Guests and ghosts

Photo by Andrei Lazarev on Unsplash

Full moon darkness,
short cotton skirt,
wool tasty cherry,
black amber coat and jeans,
our paths cross in the lit square.

Two intrigued guests,
volcanic flow
with female lava,
serendipia then plays
a most perfect chaperon.

Wine and garlic,
snacks and bread,
ghosts and compliments
from a candid witness,
childhood bonds as a present.

And the full moon
let you walk home,
with your doubts and fears,
aware of my sorcery,
tied to my incantation.