05.27.07
the devil’s dance
Thread your fingers through my hair
Pull back gently, piercing stare
Put your lips close to my ear
Tell me you will always be near.
Hold the blade close to my veins
Make me call You by Your many names
Scrape fingers against alabaster skin
Incantations repeated, command sin.
Flames alight in your midnight eyes
Cover my mouth, stifle my cries
Coerce me to fulfil your every desire
Your icy touch burns like fire.
Your words grate like iron on steel
As you move me to do what you feel
I am disappearing into the trance
As you lead me in this morbid dance.
Whirl me around the burning floor
My limbs and mind are not mine anymore
Dip me, swirl me, torch my dress
My tears are falling but you could not care less.
Resistence is futile, you whisper sweet
You rip my heart and throw it at my feet
Laughter resounds, filling the hall
You want me, have me, completely, all.
We move to a rhythm as old as time
Requiring neither reason nor rhyme
Why I do exactly what you want
Beautifully evoke my hatred dormant.
You are evil, my darker side
Lust, sloth, envy, gluttony, pride
Indulgences in which I should not partake
I am afraid my spirit you will break.
Moments of weakness, I am yours
Caresses, dulcet voice, tender force
You know I want to experience all this
To lose myself in your deathly kiss.
It’s been so long. I very quickly–and very often–forget how much pleasure simple scribblings gives me. Yes, at times like these when I should be productive (academically, thank you), instead of doing work, I decide to tap into my creative side.
