I’ve fallen for a black magic woman
and her spell intoxicates me,
tints my world with magic
and I am infatuated with her.
We make love beneath African skies
and she conjures storms
to wreak havoc on my dull days.
Her eyes the shade of mulled wine,
her lips sanguine like fresh wounds,
her soul the steel-blue of juniper berries
and I am drunk on the gin of her tears.
What fool I was to fall in love
with the dark heart of a loveless woman,
to exchange my happiness for her satisfaction.