Perfumed Persuasion

fragrant night air loiters
on the other side of my door ~
apple blossoms’ sensual scent,
artlessly arrayed on my sill,
enticing me from cloistered dreams
spun in Demeter's barren realm.
the silky sibilance of distant traffic
croons at the sybil's witching moon,
a ritual for the shedding of virginal pretence.
now is the time for the casting of perfumed spells
to hold me captive for Persephone's return.
i am ready.