I Met the Devil Once

He had Nordic ice blue eyes

A silver tongue and fine

Bulging biceps and buttocks

And Lordie he could kiss

Of course I did not know

Who he was because he

gave me another name

His tone was so sultry &

sweet-he won my trust

immediately

What a beautiful creature

I thought, as I looked into

his magnetic ice blue eyes

Surely he must be an angel

He seemed to read my mind

as he caressed my ears

with dulcet tones:

I am a Christian, a Muslim,

A Mormon, a Jew

I am anybody you want me

to be- perhaps I am

your own true love

After awhile though

He began to shed scales

Of green and brown and

I asked; Who are you?

He replied, You let me in

Do you regret it?

His Nordic ice blue eyes

turned basalt grey, he said:

We had great sex,

I wouldn’t mind some again

only on my terms, though

When I cried, he cut me deep

with his glare, You’re no

Gloria Steinem are you?

You’re just a soft sniveling bitch
go away, I am done with you!

Devastated, I retreated

Glad to still have my soul

I met the Devil once

He was god-like on the outside,
 but inside he was a small, dark

hard turd…