It's Not the Baubles

I hate that fucking
bowl of tchotchkes
in the bathroom.

Full of the
shiny bits
you have removed.

You need to put

some space

between

Us.

You need to see
what the Universe
throws at you?

Without (my) magic?

It's not the baubles,
dearest one.
Those only
amplify.

All this space does

is make me
work harder

to keep you

Safe.

Trust. You don't want
me to pump
the brakes on
this ride. 

I have a spell
for that. 

A severing.

Aquarian waters
are like a secret sharp.
They can sever
quickly. 

Calling back all
that is me
from you. 

I don't want that
and I don't think
you do.