DEVIL LOVER
I second guess myself
too much when
it comes to love-making
lack that Devil-may-care confidence
of your true devil lover
the ones
in whose arms you melt
(how can
you not in
the embrace of
such
naked narcissism ?)
whose
confidence
runs
riot
is absolute
to the point
in these matters
who free your soul, left it up high,
take it to the edge of the galaxy
then
let it fall
roller-coast backwards
fall into
renewed gravity
crushed at the edge
of some sexual singularity
hoping
to be renewed, resurrected,
redeemed again
as you life spins
like a roulette wheel
from fulfilled to
empty from
ecstasy to deprival
Oh
would I had that force
I embodied it entirely
would that strength might
shape me
leave me its
huge power
to be callous, to conquer
move away
be
true devil, demon lover
not
discarded creature
moving in painful certainty
absolutely
the other way
having failed
in the devil stakes
time
and time again