BLACK MAGIC

A sober man becomes drunken
By the black woman's pantomime
His thoughts grow illusive
Crawls like a vine 
around
Her secret places

His need for her
His person cannot resist
He must have her
Lest Psychosis
Set it

Her body calls-
Suggestively
He escapes into her abyss
And the black woman wines
Gyrating Fast, faster!
Explosively he subsides
Into a drunken stupor.