Witchcraft

Blue venom words

For your disgused self.

Your girl speaks

In layered tones.

Do you feel her ether?

Does she make you a man, boy?

Does she?

Don’t touch her so,

For she crumbles

Like splayed raindrops.

Rhinestones.

Hold her like a magnet

And be singed by her flame, yet.

Let her lead you,

Once, for her ruby red lips,

Twice, for her snaky eyes,

Thrice, for your silent questions,

Her unsaid replies.

Come, then, in smoke spirals

And foreign words.

Come in lilac, come in mosaic,

Come, for you

Shall be a man yet

If you believe in

The witchcraft in her eyes.