Adam

We play with fire without regret, remorse; wield the sword and bow before this dark angel whispering terror that is without but never hearing what is within.

When the demon laughed I laughed with him.

I saw you there, on the curb, still amidst a cities’ motion, with a face like an angel and a soul alight in a black sea. I fell into your arms before the first spark of time and the clock face sprang open and showered us with moments stolen.

When the demon laughed I laughed back at him.

Our lips meet and heaven opens. Your touch like rain for parched earth, falling, tracing, awakening over cheek and throat and breast; for the hunger of you, for you, I melt into you, a haven where demons’ laughter fades, and the world becomes a right thing once again.

When the demon laughs I cannot hear him.

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