Gorillasex the Fubarbarian's blog: "PRIMATE POETRY CORNER"

The Witch

Karma Dharma Momma

Soul in hand

And spell on lips.

Equipment packed,

Ready.

The things the tide floats:

Moonbeam,

Stardust,

Dreamweave...

"I believe,"

Eyes closed.

"I believe,"

Body shudder.

"I believe,"

Astral handbag held

Tight, tighter.

Thin mist embrace

Of the mystical,

She follows the long road in.