You And Me And The Devil Makes Three

You And Me And The Devil Makes Three long poem

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He was unworthy of her love
had no courage to ask for it

the devil makes us fear
the word no
makes it an end
instead of a redirection

her beauty was the mythical type
there are only so many variations
of faces and bodies
she had one of each
her mind roamed hungry
in a maze of puberty

he knew purple
was her favorite color
clutched carnations
dyed amethyst to his chest
stood in the street
beyond the sidewalk
where the front porch light
couldn’t reach
let the dogs bark
let the horns honk
as petty regents cursed him
he was dressed in black
held the flowers against
a borrowed suit jacket
pulling in tighter
as his courage receded
like the last soap bubbles
from his meditative bath
full of the night’s fantasy
which would never come true
he crushed each blossom
left the resulting paste
to ferment in the gutter

the devil
watched from the porch
a burning tungsten wire
moths battered themselves to death
so sweet his lies
while the boy dug a hollow
in his rich red psyche
he could lay down inside
whenever he felt fear
whenever reality offered
an opportunity for steel blue boldness
he could retreat
like a sea worm slipping
into its mucus-lined tomb

she knew the boy
she had brushed against the devil
they were as remote to her
as the day she could shuck
her mother’s disappointed frown
her father’s beery jowls
when she looked in the mirror
she focused on her eyes
like unscratched mahogany
feeling that was all the beauty
she would ever need
went to bed that night
naked under scratchy sheets
watch the blotchy dazzle
of her room light recede
decided the sheets held her
like a shroud
like an unskilled lover
and ignoring all sensation
turned her face to the wall

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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