The Witches Kiss

tender labium
velvety and exquisite
illusory purity breeds enticement
borrowed sensations are ripe
the shallow pools of her pupils so mesmerizing
Trapped my heart within her wretched curse
Her sorcerers black magic
Lips taste like ash and dirt
Now I'm caged in her embrace
I crave that juicy box in my mind
Yet not within my corporeal nerves
She strips my soul, it violates my core

She vanishes like a ghoul in the dust
burglarizing literal and metaphysical property
my trust, communication device, my heart, my bank account
forsaking nothing but my fruitless desire

My agonizing futility
to gaze upon her silky face once more

One or two years drift by
Like an Eagle soaring high
The backdraft in my gut has petered
My passion, my anger defused
Trees into sticks, dirt into mud

Like the Wizard of Oz
She is nothing but a witch doused in water
Albeit, H20 is substituted with an element far more potent
Apathy
A weapon more powerful than Excalibur

Lifting the enchantment placed upon my conscious
Dismantling the curse of the witches kiss.
One and for all
Forever and ever