AND NOT COME UNDONE Witchcraft is better worked when one’s alone The subtleties of my passions run to seeds and shells and stones Air caress me Eros is the lushness of my body Moving through time If I don’t need a man What do I want one for If I don’t need a man What do I want one for If I don’t need a man What do I want one for If I don’t need a man What do I want one for On the other side of love the paths aren’t marked The hills are nameless The land falls into sea of depths unplumbable and blameless Am I wounded Am I healed My questions are the gulls that wheel and ride over the breakers If I don’t need a man… Skin on skin Tongue on tongue To let him in And not come undone White satin amidst the shimmying ghosts Hydrangea moon spills ‘round the posts Of my dancing porch We dive into the bellying waves I’m deft at joy But my dark heart saves just one more smoking torch Skin on skin Tongue on tongue To let him in And not come undone Marlene Tholl, © (p) 2007 Marlene Tholl (BMI). All rights reserved.