The Devil Walks

The Devil walks through
misty old forests and wide
city lanes, seeking

my Heart.  He will find
it in dusty books and lit
candles, in roses and

in song.  He will find
it in labradorite stones
(which he says are like

my eyes) and in the
darkest stars in the cosmos.
He will find my Heart

in all my words for
him, in poetry and fire
the Devil seeks me

in his dreams.  He is
there for me, as joy.  What a
lovely match we make.

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