poetry

Barter.

I want to open a furniture outlet
By the beach
In Goa, he says

Me too, I fool around

What are you selling, he asks
What do you suggest, I counter question
Magic, he says
Charms, potions, spells; I blush

We both crash on the beach
Beer for him
Coffee for me but laced
with whiskey

He is earth; I am air
Carrying tales of distant lands
While he provides me with the fire
for the alchemy.

We barter as the night ends,
the carpenter sells me a wooden heart
and I trade him the Amortentia.

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