with basil, fresh earth, and a special pot
on the night of the waning moon
I sow the seeds with thoughts of Venice
herbal attraction for my love, soon.
with sunflower oil and a long yellow ribbon
and a chant for Helio's ear
I hold the ribbon to my third eye
for sunshine when darkness appears
with a seashell in my pocket and a flask of wine
facing west towards a lapping shore
I toast the lofty mistress of the sea
simple magik to spell this foreigner
with one white candle and a twisted twig knot
and Venus peering from her cloud
I drip the wax along the twine
sealing love more sacred that the shroud
with his name on paper and a daffodil
on the night of the waning lunar
I plant the paper and rebut the flower
disenchanting the unwanted sooner
with red yard and the sheer force of thought
at midnight on All Hallow's Eve
I'll wrap it around my finger...and wait
holding the future that I weave
