Melchora’s spells
enrapture me
capture me
sap me of strength
and will
to defy the
tidal pull
of her lunar love
Melchora’s spells
bind me
blind me
and find me helpless
at the base of her heart
Melchora’s spells
lift me
gift me
and seal the rift
between my need
and her mind
Melchora’s spells
smell of lilac and lavender
and honey and ginger
as I breathe deeply and
my soul turns
to ashes and smoke
Melchora’s spells
are vital
and gentle
and my reason’s reality
is contained between her hands
And I want to look away,
And I want to walk away,
And I want to be away
from her,
But that too, is part of
Melchora’s spells….
Beyond Panic 