Lavender in the haze,
scenting passion’s mist upon her skin.
Each turn brought swirling effervescence,
a fire’s longing embracing the darkness.
There was intonation,
tenderness upon her lips,
a pinch of nightshade to carry her to the brink,
a sizzling touch to send her over the cauldron’s edge.
©May 2020, Christina Anne Hawthorne