the devil underestimated me

 

the devil underestimated me

kissed the corners of my lips

and asked me to dance

to a symphony of

sorrow and self indulgence

we waltzed

like lovers do

his joker smile

strangely reassuring

his hands climbing

my sides

like some gorgeous sunrise

hesitating only

to worship the secrets

hidden in my hip bones

we spun

as if

the rhythm of never

and subliminal surrender

were the only songs

we knew

the hours passed

his famous patience

being tested

I sensed

the resentment

in his calculating caress

“sweetness…

my one, my only

my truest love

are you not tired?

just

rest your head

upon my shoulder.”

I pressed my lips

to his

and spoke between

the suckle’s

“oh, my darling

the night

has just begun.”

 

a.duncan, 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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