Smoke and Mirrors

Well hell's bells,
of course I must genuflect,
as causally as I can, not to draw attention,
(I know you hate attention) to the
magnificent act of crawling through
the dark and damp sub-space
of my sapience,

catching slippery beasts
with bare hands,
and teaching them to sing
in unison.

You're a Siegfried and Roy
antithesis, with genuine magic
and as camp as a punch in the face,
and every spiced wine conversation
is a grand finale showdown.

I could never figure you out
and a true master never tells,
so just seduce me with laser
precision skills, sputter spells
through laughter and your
Vegas shiny grin.

Just snap snap snap
your fingers, here where nobody
is looking, and I'm yours, a fan
forever spellbound, my life
a stage, my mind a tool
for your rapid fingers.