Träskhäxa

I am seated beneath a hawthorn tree Old gnarled claws spring from the base The thorns are keen, the aroma is sickly sweet The devas coo at me, I smile kindly, embraced by their seduction I am drifted into an oneiric trance I see my hands, I see my body, I see my spirit Floating in ebony rays Cast into a new realm, I look to a grand willow in the void Sitting amongst a sea of silver grass The the silvery strands sway in a gentle wind You are there beneath the willow, awaiting me, patiently still  It is only you, the willow, and the milky grass Swallowed by a stygian atmosphere I step towards you The earthen floor illuminates in an iridescent glow with each step You take my hand and press me close Leaning further to whisper in my ear An echo from the shadows We fall to the silvery earth In a tangle of flesh on flesh  We lay here, mesmerized Euphoria   My skin melts into the moss Limb by limb, I dissolve  Away from you, away from the iridescent earth  A glowing silhouette remains You are gone, the willow is gone, the silvery strands dissipate  I arise from the hawthorn  Hazy and bewildered The firmament lingers within the imaginal  Time has passed Two years, five years, ten years?  Lying beneath the hawthorn, I grasp into the soil Eyes peering towards the cosmos  The stars blink at me, and my memories fade away

Frenzy The rain splashes on my face I rise from the earth and throw my arms to the heavens Yes! Aching with ecstasy  The cool drops slide down my chin to my bare breasts He heard me calling in the wind Yes! I spin in merry cheer The inebriation enlightens my core Warming my spirit The trees hiss and cackle with the wind They sway I sway  He notices my elation  and joins in merriment  Hand in hand Round and round The rain runs towards the sky  We rise upwards and out Far away Far away  Far away