Not That I’m The Devil

I’ll lock the door behind us,

and come up close in back of you.

I’ll whisper in your ear

and stretch my split tongue beyond.

I’ll start a scorching inferno that burns

and kill myself for the love in my arms.

 

© 2003 David Greg Harth

03.12.16.01:33:51@296NYC

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