Sugar Mountain

It is you and me when two become one when time passes under a yellow moon and journey’s path chisels tender embrace Sketches double essence and transcends reality Dangling from whacky witch hazel branches the enchantress suspends all worries my sorcerer illuminates with magic touch She swings on her broom sways back and forth casts almond eyes visits our indigo crown mops up by-gone sorrows and cobwebs past Enters my naked mind splashes soul and explores A festival of nourishment evolves from mango clouds peaches’ senses spray lover’s vapour and climb rainbows of fluted soft hues on pastel and canvas Psychic water falls on fertile crest and crevices endears cascades of longing and peace in the fold pumps pleasure engulfs harbour’s crescendo Fills and fulfils the good witches’ dreams' gifts Magic wands wander drawn by purposeful strides miraculous carpets thread bare bosom and loin when mountain flows over lute’s sceptre Hexing waning and waxing a lunar crescent rocks and rolls on a bed of jasmine and roses as spikes thistle and whistle patient tattoos Hitch craft twitches once anticipation comes true 23rd August 2018