Around my steps, there are
Gorgeous weeds the color of candle flame.
As simple as June witches before the trials,
Off and gone together at the dirt road bend
Where there are coneflowers,
Dusk-faced and bold.
The churchless ones knew--
Black-eyed susans sweet-talked right
Could soothe snake bite,
Stop an ear ache,
Or ease a summer cold.
Your name has five letters--
One each for sweet, bitter, salt, and the two dreams I have of you every single night.
I want you like water wants the moon,
Darkness and deep, shimmer and meet
Where the witch blooms grow,
My not-perfect love,
My gorgeous Favorite.