The Bruja’s Bell

Like a bell swaying in pendulum motions to Pavlov’s beasts,
They salivate, hungry, satiated, starving to devour.
She covets her own bell in the form of fingers swirling, outstretched and moving painfully slow in tremolo.
She is the slaughter
Lips dripping water just as well
Nectar, sweet/sticky..
Zig zagging..
Downward it flows.
Slowly the blossoming grows, unravels as pheromone pulls…
Above the patient tongue
Tantric in wait.
The virtue dissipates.
Slipping under..
To ring her bell.
Swaying in pendulum, the thirst can’t ever be quelled.
She covets,
Swallows him whole…
Can’t ever be quelled
She spindles silent spell.