muse to muse

i wl be your muse
if only you wd be my witch
suck out my soul and spit it
into the cauldron and stir it
with your juice to spice it
the fire in your eyes to cook it
.
sip it and kiss feed me with it
lip to lip
kiss to kiss
muse to muse
.
wait for it to spread inside
you and me and us
and words to erupt
that wl scald the world

and scar it

.
for ever

after

.

long day, young night

long day
young night
phantoms rise
on the checker board
.
finger tips move
tracing the path
a few killed
a few born
.
some pawned
some taken
none given
.
veils drop
shadows split
spirits merge
.
mind hangs
upside down
blind as a bat
.
no moves left
in the graveyard
the raven takes wings
in search of a moon
.
the bat still hangs
upside down
from her beak
.

enough of these words

lets
bury the words
in the womb
long before they are born
.
and learn what they
struggle to say
.
just by
smell touch taste
of every nook, corner
and crevice
.
skin
on bare skin

.