Witch

 

she was sucking the moon's essence
with her eyes
wide open
inhaling the imbalance
generational catalyst
when remembrance is the evaluator
and she was through
seducing the mystic moon
she turned to me
she appeared to be a tattered Raggedy Annie
her arms and legs
knotted, old and warted
lips pooched out
in a lewd caricature of amour
lassoing me with an indivisible lasso
making believe
she held me captive
she smirked
as I licked he entrance of her candy house
she opened the door
bade me enter
said, you'll better understand
when the oven is turned on

©March 22, 2013 / Jerry Pat Bolton