KISS YOUR LOVE
by Brian John Evans

Kiss your Love—forsake Duty—for night's stallion bears down,

On the bright mares of sunlight that jostle and clown,

Fresh—eyed from lush waters—last colours their prize—

They have frolicked with tree witches all naked and wise :

Magicked they lift them—their long witchy hair—

Till witch—winds go—tumble witch—glistens in spray.

One scared witch withered to her dried-sphagnum lair,

Had schemed and composed her near human disdain,

But so dark is man's dungeon—she burst from its shame!

She sang like six night birds—she rose as six moons!

Her mouse cast six shadows—six fat owls scoured their bones;

How she ached for her sisters—till each found her in turn—

Become all things and no thing—our joy—and its pain;

In the heart of a poet, breathes that witch girl without name!

[www.bestpoet.com] Brian John Evans