“the devil who loves you”

The devil took my heart
to sneak inside your shopping cart,
full of movie star magazines
and discharged shaving cream.

The devil lent you my wallet
to pay for the love I offered.
Then you tipped the maître d’,
who showed you to my seat.

The devil sat beside you,
whispering frozen sonnets.
Your voice acted as my furnace,
burning each and every sentence.

The devil does not care
the reason we are here.
So curl your body closer.
Incinerate our desires and wonder.

narrative poem written on 12-29-2009 by: on mattkane.com
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