Poem -

SEASON OF THE WITCH

SEASON OF THE WITCH

...and the gods made love-

Supernatural animals

Thousands of miles apart-

We still touched- it was beautiful

Whatever she is called in this life-

Last time- she was a goddess with no name

Aquarius Khan- it is I- dare approach her?

3 gifts- my poetry, a candle and a rose

Across the great ocean- Motherland and her sisters-

Never met- but still attached at the roots

Moon in the sky- circle of ashes on the ground-

They mix the milk of a female goat with wine

Intoxicating smoke and the dance of angels

Awake- she met me in a dream and we kissed

"Not too much- not too soon"- said the Mistress of Time

Patience and faith is how 2 become 1

Ancient rituals- naked women dance unseen-

By men who would rather lust than understand

You can't touch their flesh without touching their souls

Daughter of God- sing your words to your son

I watch- a prince from a kingdom destroyed

Tell your son who I am- am I not his brother?

I'll respect his father- not his place at the table-

Not his place in your heart- not his place in your bed

Still your sisters dance womanpower

Season of the witch- you came down from the sky

Fear of the unknown- have mercy on me

I dare to touch the untouched part of you

Hold me tight between your legs

What do the daughters of Kush sacrifice?

Even as our bodies join- sweat from heat-

What is this magic our enemies fear?

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