Friday, 8 February 2013

My Demon Lover

My demon lover
Showered me with gifts
Preferred the rooms painted
Red and orange
Said it reminded him of home
He got homesick sometimes
My demon lover
His eyes had sparks and his wit was
His laughter was a rare gem
And he danced a Waltz
As if possessed
My handsome tall narrow
Demon lover
He got more physical if I got
My demon lover
Liked the opera and
Traffic accidents
Left me with a taste
For blood
While he preferred
White wine
Which seemed strange
And contrarian
But that's why I loved
My demon lover

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