Witch Light

Play with fire, you get burned. Orgasmic!

Witch Light

A silver orb of fiery passion

dancing through the darkness.

Bewitching, throbbing energy,

tantalising, teasing.

A moment’s kiss,

a fantasy fulfilled,

whispering light and ecstasy

into my skin.

An exploding starburst

overwhelming the mind,

the body, the soul.

Brief, the taste

of the blazing universe.

Touch nirvana’s supernova

then blast into silence

Searing aftershocks.

A holocaust memory embedded,

burnt into retina,

scorched into skin.

The witch light moves on,

watched with wary eyes,

with a wounded soul,

and yet, with a satisfied smile.

© Catherine Knee