There are those who believe they are witches,
And then there is me.
He calls me Ampero.
So, I call him Lazio.
I am the only one.
His real name is Peter.
All of our mutual friends use a nic-name for Peter.
The kids are cruel and embarrassing to create such a spell.
Something about his name invites it.
It does not invite me.
I make a “decision” not to fall unto their spell.
When I “informed” Lazio that I am making this
very well thought out “decision”
Not to fall;
and that I and only I shall call him Lazio;
Lazio laughs and laughs at me every time I say his new name.
His candid style and his way with “the girls” is his only interest.
I, of course know it will please him to hear I decided
something about him. And to show that I can be jealous,
I alone shall call him Lazio.
He is pleased to hear affections about himself.
I know about balance;
understanding how this will equal our power of effect
and even us out.
We tease each other along the edge of the river
like a cat and mouse.
I smile back at him.
I am never certain if Lazio quite understands why
it makes me smile when I call him.
But, his good humor seems to be with me
and with his secrets.
Lazio is a warlock and nobody knows it yet,
I keep his secret safe in my heart
and my own secrets from him.
Lazio's secrets are safe.
He can take the sparkles from his eyes
to make a light blue path for us to safely walk along
the edge of the river to get to our school.
When the path grows too long
with rocks and sharp rocks, Lazio will simply
melt them royally flat with his gaze sharp gaze
and glace up at the green hills watching for trouble.
Lazio always walks me to school,
our parents were good friends and neighbors.
Nobody believes in anything just now.
That is before it happens to us,
Like we always know that it will.
Copyright 2000 Peggy Penny
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