boney limb of night
extracts the sway
this urgent wind consumes
and leaves like battle flags
take leave
their shadows
dancing in the light
the advancement
their displacement

I've come here
from sunny days
and humid nights
where our hands
upon the rail slept
and stars emerged
in order
the magnitudes
climbing like dreams
the ghost march of
arrivals
the descents of all
sensations
this taste filligree
caught
upon our meek
encounters

i.

I think perhaps
a whisper
is enough ~

my awakening face
sliced from the womb
this first day

will you be my clever man
my man
of high degree?

I erupt in lush vegetation
a secret serpent
coiled

ready to strike
a deadly embrace
bowl-shaped hollows

Kantju
Kali-tongue
flicking

ii.

He was but a vampyre
in every sense of the word,

living life vicariously
through her to the absurd.

When he finally had her
under his powerful spell,

he continued to keep her hostage
subliminally, so she couldn't tell.

His passion's hues so very dark
she longed for his embrace,

she yearned to play within the shadows
where light was but a trace.

In the dankness of each evening
when the air began to cool,

she couldn't help but plead to him
to stop treating her so cruel.

Bad Witch/Good Witch

sisters of the cauldron
stirring potions in the night
eye of newt and bat wing
for your ghoulish appetite

when brew 'tis made and done
they will happily conspire
a deadly spell of malice
while dancing round the fire

on night of All Hallows Even
drawing magic circles in the sand
they rise and play joining
with ghost and skeleton band

Good witches which there are few
on this night don't stand a chance
for all their deeds of good
should avoid the evil dance