A Ring of Salt

What do you say to the Devil on your shoulder?

The one at the foot of your bed

“Hey Satan, what’s up? Wanna get down?”

Tango through ripped sheets and pierce pillows

Broken vows and lovers led astray

Stifle moans as tendrils of temptation,

Tease the inside of your thighs,

That moment of shuddering hesitation.

And after you’ve submitted

To the carnal desire for the darkness

Bent over to the sultry fallacies,

You’ll cower

Wrap your blackened virgin soul

With the wisps of torn angels’ wings

As He caresses you with sinful sonnets

That hardens your tears of bleeding wax,

Forked tongue ravishing your ear with dulcet poison,

Because everyone knows hell has the sweetest honey.