love magick

oh for a candle I could light
to draw you closer…
oh for a poppet
made like you,
with your own lovely body
sewn again of cloth
with your own pale
unseeing eyes
with your own cock sweetly curving
remade in wax or clay…

oh for an herb
to place my tongue
to bring your tongue
to mine…

oh for a potion
i could drink
or slip to you
at some stale
dinner party…

oh for your nail pairings…
oh for your hairs
stirred in brew,
baked in a millet cake…

i would make a stew,
a soup, a witch’s mix
to bring your lovely thighs
on mine.

i would boil bats if not babies
and toads if not theologians
to make you care…

i would enter your blood
like malaria, enter your eyes
like laser beams, enter your palms
like the holy spirit
causing stigmata
to a sex-starved saint!

of love,
i would spell you
evol
if mere anagrams
would bring you
near…

but I spell love
and still
you do not
hear.