Van Gogh
SHADOW WITCHES
A cold, calm evening,
With the last of the Autumn leaves
Pillowing the feet
Of the Philadelphus.
Moonlight
Touching the dark corner by the shed
Where shadow witches gather.
Piling their long skirts into folds
Of rustling darkness.
Shaking the cat out onto the garden path,
Calling for their lost Lovers
To come back, return,
For passion makes all things young.
The Lover came,
His serious, watchful eyes
Full of tenderness.
The sweet ferocity of love
Already burning.
Making him shake.
Setting his hands trembling with desire.
Passion igniting the flame
That burns old Lovers into new life.
Allow them to practise their mischief
All over again.
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