(A sorceress implores a mortal man)

by Rosana Garcia

A yawning desire gapes like a hungry mouth,
it comes from my body and the darkened caves
recessed within me, primal and on the hunt
for the land that promises great bounty.
The map drawn by the earth leads to you.

I want to feel skin on skin, chest on breast,
the little hairs that cover you like grass
on a prairie, and I could ride, as if on horse,
capture you with the weapon that is nature
made, my siren song, the cup you must fill.

I'll tell you how to release me: it only takes
a fingertip drawn from wrist to inner elbow,
lips pressed hard on my spine, a trickle
of touch up my thigh and I'll unravel, I'll let
you come into my spell, make you magical.

(c) 2007 understar productions and Rosana Garcia