You did it with style, after
their eyes devoured you from the table,
lingering on your lovely braids and serpentine hips
as you poured and sprinkled extracts and herbs,
the line of your body swaying as you stirred;
their stares all lust and no reverence.
They gave you reason enough to unclasp
the hinge of a ring and allow a rare, glittering
powder to sparkle and swirl into your brew,
mischief dancing inside you while you
poured portions of your potion,
a bewitching smile playing at the corners
of your lips as you slid back into your
sumptuous chair and watched them swallow
without savoring your nectar, oblivious
to the delicate balance of flavors, the subtle
nuances of your craft. Sorceress, nymph, goddess,
witch: woman with the power
to make men appear as the beasts they are.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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