The Witch and the Warlock

I

The Witch

Belying the standard black

No pointed hat or head

no wart

no hooked proboscis

to interfere with another's kiss

 

See the girl with the red dress on

longlegged

patterened Navy stockings

heels so thin, so delicate

she seems to walk on air.

 

Working for the man

trouble by his own success

prone to excess

seems his mind is in distress

as one time only

he notices elliptic pupils

and marvels at her

deep emerald eyes.

 

She has set five chairs for the board meeting

on the points of a star.

 

II

The Warlock

Burgeoning biceps

peerless pects

tight tight gluts

responding to exercise

sweat

apparently so normal

only he knows it is ice cold.

 

Plenty of zest

a lust for living

buildiing everday a stronger frame, and stronger

 

A 3000year old spirit

that balanced Stonehenge in one finger

encased Merlin in ice-stone

watched Camelot unravel

 

Today the new disguise

preparing to unseat the old dimension

flint shard eyes

set deep

lost in introspection

preparing for the incantation

spelling out the time

with active meditation;

getting ready for the boardroom

with the five pointed star.

 

III

Lovers unleashed

 

At last the waiting is over

the control established firmly

the successful unsuccessful

at the hands of secret spell

 

round bed center ring

round and round the bed they go

now floating above the floor

now toes grazing rug

each afraid of the other

each afraid of the spells unleashed by passion.

 

Crashing together in the center of the bed

vague lightning flash

odor of burnt umber

one moment

huge panther

covers her

paws on buttocks

huge sandpaper tongue covering her entire back

 

Her finger spasms

crooks and fires

suddenly a crow

is on the panther's neck

beak pleasantly pecking

in the catear canal

talons kneading, cajoling

stirriing up a throaty roar.

 

Stopped in mid air

the crow glares at thge spinning shell

of a snapping turtle, inserts its beak

into the crevice

and is pulled inexorably downward

into a large black hole.

 

Together they spin and swirl

becoming, belaying,

looking for completeness

knowing only the frustration

of their kind.