img_4136

 

I had an affair with Mephistopheles.

Serenaded him under willows that

didn’t start weeping until we graced them.

He had bits of fruit lodged into that ashen heart of his.

Pearl shaped beads colored crimson inside that orb.

It didn’t hurt me, not once, when I plucked those

little buds full of incipience.

They fall so easily.

It was fickle seeing the power

I thought he possessed, but that cruel little demon

was weak for devotion.

An absolute fiend for spring blossoms, and amber locks

that had unknowingly became his gate.

And dear old Cerberus wept

when he tried to escape from me.

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s