In the deepest darkest corner of my mind
the Devil sits impatiently
waiting for me to talk to him
but
because I know he’s there
I simply ignore my inner need to acknowledge him
however
I do often wonder
if I did, if I dared to ask him…
“would you care to dance”?
I imagine he would ungraciously decline
because he just wouldn’t have
those passionate Tango moves such as mine.