Magick

My cauldron black with legs of silver
Sits on fire of willow.
My candles red of clove and amber
Light the happy pillow.
Trailing flowers through my fingers,
Humming like the moon,
I drop my robe and dance the goddess
All around the room.
With dust of pollen in your hair
And honey on my tongue,
I am your queen and favorite consort
Morning, night, and noon.