Witchery (Xi) Poem by Gert Strydom

With words you did write signs against the night-sky,
and every monstrosity you drove away from our love,
you did speak out rites in my sleep over me,
your eyes are wet while you beg to the gods,
as you do rub your hands over my cheeks,
I hear your soft words in the darkness
and if it is for love a kind of enchantment
then I do not really know love or what drives it,
and every monstrosity you drove away from our love.