Witch Lover Poem by Millie Garcia

She moves against my mind:
like music in the wind,
like fire thru dry grass.

What she holds for meis far
beyond human conception:
in dreams she strokes the flesh
of animal passion and human frailities.

She writes of planting seeds
and children keeping clean
Her words touch things within
I thought destroyed by citywars,
and decades of prisons,
betrayals and bloody murder.

Brew me a mixture Witch
make me capable of flight
able to look at the future
at the skin that covers Us all.

At night, when I am certain no one watches,
I transform myself to her private Soldier
In thunder her name roars out to me
in storm, her spell pours into my
Heartmind, Forever and Ever.