By the twitching of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Cleopatra, shining bright
Shiver, shiver in the light
Babalonic, touch your hair
Subtle goddess, supple sight.
Cleopatra, do they stare?
Crystal ball, dynamic pair.
Quelle a flickered in your eyes?
Dripping, drinking, drunk despair.
Cleopatra, do they sigh?
Moan and murmur, cut and cry?
Liver, lover, lashes cold
Twitching touches, lowered eyes.
Cleopatra, worship gold
Egypt’s blanket, baked and sold
Slipping silver, sell your soul
Faustus whispers, “never old.”
Cleopatra has the hole
Black and burning, dismal, dole
Ankles locking, fingers fold
Hollow love, complete and cold.