Baits

The devil and I have been good. Together from childhood. Like childhood friends. I remember at the beginning At the dining table of peccancy With my long fork hardly missing any mark. They say if you must eat with the devil, Do so with a long fork or spoon So my fork was long. How I safely forked those chunks Of grisly bacon; Those soft-scented tissues of flesh Which tasted like honey and milk Shaken together with appetition And delivered from in-between a woman’s thighs. The music was loud; The wines were pink; And the spirits were strong. The déjà vu was enchanting And time went like the wind It was ecstasy at its very peak. Suddenly I am eating with my fingers And the shadows are creeping in All over my walls and ceilings; Unknown foot marks every morning At my door step; And a distinct voice in my head Like that of my childhood friend Whispering: ‘Give your soul to me.’