Enchantress

(The image of the hookah, I owe to Olga Meos, ta)

The pontiff, illusion to illusion: is it up or down, it’s lip service, climb up, climb down, a staircase, zig-zag, come down, spin round, where’s the meaning of Woman, pope you vanish, like puffed up smoke in a cloud:

Bellydancer with her hookah and mask, her smoke, conjured up,

Sunshine or rain, this morning again, I’ll do anything, bridge between now and forever, my heart, I remain,

Enchanted of my majesty, her chains and smoke, her bellydance, conjures my morning, but I’ll tell you woman, tell you just who I am:

To me you’re Woman, you’re the beginning of light and darkness end, the Real thing, for you I’d do anything, in your dance, I’ll dance, in peace, I’ll war for you, woman,

I am what I am, at war, I war,

That’s what I am, I’ll risk my life, to look at you once, catch a glimpse in your aura of smoke, I’ll die for you, I met you once, will that be your vision or will we lie together – safe – at last?

Tis you decides, my majesty, for you are my new goddess, the beginningless and endless, to you I pray your majesty, come, grant my wish