The Good Little Witch and the Want

Twisting around the back bends
of what you like
I'd serve you through means
like dragons to give you
seduction
sounds
to tell you,
I will--
I am

slipping you
the glances
that could mean a novel
of desire + affinity
or childlike play

But instead of dolls,
there would be beating hearts
played out like marble
marvels in my fists

I just wanted your smile
tinged with levity
pure sweet magick

For it is witchcraft
that marks my motive
the craft that carves out
the unshaped clay of possibility

I want my own little world
of dulcet love scenes, of solitude and footsteps
that eat the history of my path...
and my French ancestors
who knew how to ferment
in their minds the lust drink of universal want

I want it all
and my all to be a temple
holy beautiful golden
with foundations beyond fiber + material,
foundations of the ethereal essence of..

of..
you.