Witch to Fetch Mate - A Dialogue

- For Gede, inspired by our recent conversations on the topic of the Fetch Mate.



Witch:
I offer you my sharp edgeLike a wolf’s toothFetish keenTo always stay That little bit hungry.
I offer you my youth pledgeMy edgeMy singing truthAnd my yet unblackenedSparks. Falling.Always falling forand against the abyss of you.
Ride with meRide me. Dance with me.Dance me. Enter flesh. And knowThe joy-lamentAgony-bliss of it.
Fetch-Mate:
I offer you blue skiesThat go on foreverAnd forever as loveSeems to stretch outVista-thin to infinity In the minds of the Forever young.Though your heart beats Mortal redYou are Greening,Of the green tribe -turning.Step out with meBeyond the willow’s twining grasp.Take my handI’ll unravel your Paradise,Hidden between the webbingOf your musclesAnd tender nerve ends.Glimmers of stardust…They dance beneath My starry hands.
Witch:
Lover I hear youI am seduced And entangled In your words Your starry handsTease to beggingThe silver secretHidden betweenMy muscle webbing.Star-ravished; I tremble.
Fetch-Mate
Lover I hear youI am seduced Into manifestationBy the ever pulsatingWet gush of yourPleasure poundingHeart rush.I am of the dream stuffAnd of mind fire made-I drink lightning.And yet I tremble.


-Lee Morgan, 2013