Slight Of Hand

I long believed in magic Illusion Roses appearing at an opportune moment Trinkets pulled from a black silk hat Never questioning the perfected timing Amazed at the skilled performance Captvating the senses While smoke and mirrors were handsomely disguised like many, I fell for his Houdini charms The switcheroo between disappearing and reappearing Soliciting applause and appreciation All to the cheer of the curious crowd Including me Smitten by his slight of hand Helping himself to the hidden hallways Of my heart He knew I believe in magic Starry eyes full of expression A hocus pocus smile that shined with abracadabra acceptance And a waving wand to grant his every wish He shuffled my emotions Like a well marked stack of cards To bury the Queen of Hearts While stashing a secret Ace up his sleeve He pulled rabbits, from nowhere Wiggled himself from self imposed chains And told me my fortune, while wearing a blindfold Promised he'd share all the knowledge, the secrets The tricks to making it all appear real I never imagined he would saw me in two...