Sex and Sorcery

I dreamt of sorcery.

You died in your sleep

while Mary Magdalene

feeds the mockingbirds outside her

window and cries herself

into dreaming,

red robin

tied to a lamppost.

Night sweat,

dancing out

the bass,

sex and public stonings.

I lean in,

change your history,

keep you going

to the rhythm,

slow and steady, honey-

I make you wait

cause Im good at that.

Create the difference

you crave to see,

live aloud and fuck it.

Give in

or make do,

teacups with coffee in them

and lace lingerie,

black with pink bows,

fishnets,

and those boots you like.

Let's lift each other up,

we delve further

into time,

deeper inside the ocean.

Honest sacrifice,

the hanged man

swings back and forth

and you laugh

until the key fits

into your locked door.

And there,

standing in your

narrow-minded hallway,

which you fucking built

all by yourself,

is the goat with a grin

and death,

snickering at your expense.