"Wiccungdom" Poem by Ghazaleh Bayat

In your eyes, I see witches of Salem weeping, don't burn them with tears

Through your lips I smell the scent of sempiternal lies, your immortal flaws

Hearing your heartbeat, I portrayed your faith, A glamorous fake diamond

Your brain a good practicer of incantation, always gives me blissful hysterias.

And your hands, dancing crazily in the air,
Try to stop my compliments
But intimacy is this wicce's power