The Magician by Thomas Zimmerman

I reach my hand, conjurer
that I am,
straight through the wall between
us.

It’s you
who does it, brings out this
magic
in me.

Forbidden girlfriend,
oh the tricks
I could do
for you:

quicksand, guillotine,
red ants and honey,
saw you
in half, skin you alive,

laugh at your funny
bones.
Hexed, possessed,
lusty as a ram,

I,
with cape, top hat, wand,
and cute bunny I pull
by the ears,

am waiting here
for you.