The witch of the woods
Lives on her own
She blossoms in berries and thyme
She speaks tongues yet unknown
The witch of deep wells
Swims by herself
She braids the stars in her hair
She moistens the cosmic air
The witch of the flame
Lights up a new day
She burns hearts with despair
She has wild passion to spare
The witch of the wind
Flies always alone
She carries change on her wings
She sets on journeys untold.

Enveloped by a haze of burning sage
Touched by soft and velvet crimson
Bathing her in light coming through the window
She is undressing for the harvest moon
The young moon rising is her groom.
The sticky darkness is not her foe
She bows in front his silver legs
How sacred is the scent below
She’s loving him in starry beds.

Your smell erases my sight
Your gaze makes me quiver
I fall on my knees.
You make parts in me shiver
No one ever had keys
To release.

I am setting my borders 
While he’s holding my hand 
Self love I cannot comprehend 
Where does he end? 
Where do I begin? 
This emotional tide 
Makes me akin 
To the turbulent sea 
Of futile hostility 
My banishing waves 
Reach deepest of caves 
No longer I breathe
Swept away by this tsunami.

Predatory darkness swirling beneath
Those flickering brown eyes
Sedative lips hiding his teeth
Entrance to demonic rites
Pulling my hair in
He wrecks on my shores
Every breath that he takes
Leaves my senses in awe
He keeps dragging me deeper
To his underworld
Oh, Father, forgive me
But I am taking this toll.

In the moment of orgasmic bliss 
I hiss like a Serpent Queen 
Through my primal scream 
I redeem the voice of witches 
Burnt and drowned in the name of kings 
Of your righteous disciplines

I heard eskimos have 50 words
To describe snow
I wish I had that number
For telling you in how many ways
I love you.