Poem page three
Wicca
Feline, Feline, I see majesty
Ambulating limbs rolling
Warmly wrapped in wicker hues
Prowling with autumnal fluidity
She is sensuous, sleek and copper crowned
The embodiment of languid grace
Yet rejoices at her unsuspected passion
With scratches, bite or mew
Purring; prococious eyes
Gaze sphinx-like to ensnare me.
Avidly awaiting her arms-length amour
I long to stretch and reach her
Secretly caressing whilst I might
Fearful she will shy like the Cheshire cat to mist
Instead I entwine her with soothing words.
But as she purrs for my pleasure
I discover myself exposed,
My night terrors,
My dreams,
My love,
I have entrusted to her witching ways
And entranced
I have lain myself in naked surrender to her whim.
A Duel of Delight and Desperation
