you take the devil out of me

gone, gone, gone

whispering kisses growing cataracts
touch like the wind as it sweeps past,
retracts

steady cancer
lives on, millenniums
grabs the gasoline, opens the window
plans for burning

and I keep turning, turning in my sleep
correspondent, unresponsive

I like the demons in your eyes and the light on your skin

but my eyes are not where the demons live
they live in communal dens, collapsing huts
always moving on
always walking towards

something, I'm sure


small hands clasped on shoulders,
I'd like to sit and be held in your cut up arms
I'd like to fall asleep on your chest
some devil's own morality pet

I hate mouths- I hate lips, I hate the wetness and the sounds

but I'd take you in
and I'll take the devil out of you, eventually

hunt them to the brink of extinction

as your fingers dig under the rim

I'm your pet, I'm your girl,
I'm your exterminator

you’re my world

snake eyes

the devil and I rolled dice in a dive-bar
thirty thousand feet above the ground

I wondered while the clouds swam past
if the creators got it wrong

that when the mastermind above the sky
was rolling his million sided dies
he kept ending up with snake eyes

I keep ending up with fives

we took shots of milk and vodka
and he steepled his hands together like the characters playing him in cartoons often do

gave me useless life advice like my father used to

we watched a few aircrafts fly by in silence, playing our little games of chance in the deafening quiet

after the final roll it was clear that I had lost
which I should have expected, really, considering

he didn't look as happy as I thought he would with winning
just deeply, inexplicably tired

he let me stay on the cloud with him for a while longer
and I nursed my white russian as I looked downwards
at the earth

which, very slowly
started to catch light
and burn