Black Magic

She bounced rhythmically her head up and down
like one of those old toys found in cheap hotels
and Chinese food stands.

If you looked at her long neck nodding at someone else,
you would notice the quite exaggerated fashion
in which she did it.

Were she to just talk to you,
and you to listen,
you'd like and love her without knowing why that was.

I sighed painfully as the conversation went on.

Such were the charms of her subtle bouncing little head.