When they call you witch and mean it

Put your body in my hands. 

There is nothing here to hurt you and nowhere for you to hide.

I will moderate it all for you, turn the air grazing your skin sweet in your lungs.

I warm your back in ten red tracks. 

I would burn the world down for the pleasure of your body.

Know this.

Beloved visitor, tourist with a hungry heart.

I birth the old glory of your joy in my bed. 

I open it all to you.