love potion

imbibe

come deep
into the dark of the trees,
my sweet love.
enter the sacred circle
and kneel,
your skin stripped bare
in the silver light
of the blessed moon.

rest your heavy head
in my gentle hand
and drink from my cup.

let me pour wine
of absinthe and vervain
between your open,
waiting lips.
look to the night sky
and savor each sip
as the taste washes over
your wanting tongue.