Rant of an Old Wiccan Lady
mention me in love;
after you make love to the silhouette of my dress.
hint with husk after these maroon breasts
may the maiden milk you tasted as a child
bring you under the callow lament of my professed niceties.
my thighs are yours and mine .
I like them as you do
in a way,
though more of your lust you must inform me.
all of these words are mistakes!
false teeth for a broken witch
whose spells have half-lives of half a Spence.
though the mere fantasy was a burn
until I wash another away with the rain of my