POTION FOR THE SYBARITES

What do you will
my lady footprint

Perhaps the sun
will seed before her eyes

                                             or rain
will fill the hollow of your heart

The river of your enmity
may turn from you or it may not

I will say it for you

Calliopes and nightweeds
steep this river
deep in magick

As the night we loved
on its sloping banks

clinging with young skin
to the timid clay
                     under thorn trees

lover  .  do not touch
              the thorn trees

they are shelter
and their jagged leaves pertain.