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riverdance narrowMy body loved the image of a witch
whose sacrifice, barely of the flesh
gave nothing.  I, for my part, lade arms full,
and came to her, anointed, with libations.

One kiss and hands like hooks began to rake
grey ashes left behind my chest, and fan
to flames those embers long ago grown cold
in that damp tomb where once my life had fluttered.

Our cavern spun, and shadows black betrayed
The brilliance at the threshold of her womb.
I plunged across the darkness unafraid
And woke up in an ordinary room.