White Witches In the Wind

Up the dark and barricaded staircase With a monitor well focused between their legs They came to digest an Ego Caress ten long fingers aflame at the tips Imbibe bright juice Heal a chequered heart Mount the focussed quartz Don the weathered leather Flip geopathic stress As African heroes from the past Stare through windows draped in white satin They smooth peppercorn hair In ecstacies of bliss as delicate oil Flare their nostrils, ignite their liver While township youth play dice upstairs Modelling their future on one man alone As ten jazz tunes are whistled from corners The piano remains covered in velvet With a white knight trying some stunts And a wizard talks tales of Mecca Fathering some orphans watching TV Then prays on centre stage...... They twist locks and slit bars/ Violet suns streams in All is touched with gold as he glances At their toes, skirmishes their Breasts in figures of 8 On a path to the Beyond White witches in the Wind ( View Recital of poem by Poet on YouTube @ghairodanielspresence )