WaterKitty73

The Night raises her skirt and unlaces her garter, the Stars fall out in erotic intervals of silver-steamy wishes, they purify the cosmic cauldron where the Night brews her magic-and I feel myself flying toward her, through her blue velvet space I fly even higher on my besom sweeping the Night clean with my witch's wisdom, and my eyes flooding full with the blood from the Moon-reads incantations between these ancient pages of Stars, bright as a black cat's stare, emerald flames rise and cerulean billows from delicious Skies, I hear the heartbeat of these nocturnal hours, echoing my name and deafening the Silence-where cackling