Witchy witch your
hair swirls about like
an ash-filled firestorm

Lips of razored glass
cut my throat and my
cry of pleasure is a
coughing bloodspray

Witchy witch I thought
I'll take you naked in boiling
cauldronwater

wet hair skeining over
******* shadowcupped like
two ripe halfmoons

I knew your hair was red
down there too

and in you I'm burning until my
skinnerves are eaten
and I can feel naught but

in you I take your hair like
Fenrir's fireleash
and pull me deeper into your
fleshrose

Witchy witch I thought
your throaty cries meant
I'd tamed you I thought

I am dead because you are
flown
and with you
life

Witchy witch
come back sometime
with wings
of heady night

I wait for you
dead