Born of the devil’s kiss, an aching in her soul
her skin not clear but exquisitely marked
for the devil liked her very much, did he
showering her, blanketing her from head to toe with hot, desiring kisses
The kiss of life, the kiss of death
leaving small, charcoal evidences behind wherever he touched
like tiny bruises that went deeper than they appeared
for they looked like shallow things, only they were much more profound
sinking down to her very being
And when as a child she wondered very much on the origin of the symbols
and the implications
well, then her grandmother told her, “Those are devil kisses – he must like you very much!”
So she lay in her bed at night, just a little sweaty and fearful; imagining
Would the devil himself show up, and did he love her?
Later, through times of strife, she wished he would show up
to explain a few things
Then again, maybe he did
in the form of a cruel lover; revealing to her things like deceit, jealousy and revenge!
Ah, but those are merely earthly things, she thinks…
since she knows the devil must have more important occupations to fill his time
And every now and then she can feel the scorching from deep within,
the mark – an indicator and sign
of something so much more
and be it evil or benign
it is there all the same
as she looks out upon the world with a burning gaze
Beauty without; the devil within
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Author:
Goddess of the Mist (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is not a new poem for me. I wrote it in 2015, in a fit of anger. That was a tough year for me. Thank you for reading.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Even if you were really angry, you still had much control over what you were writing.....
I read the poem twice, really cool concept, looking down your poem list i envy you, you are very prolific, you may just have inspired me to write today, quite the feat 🙂 .
Thanks, A.C. - you inspired me too! I'm sure you know how these things are, they come and go and you're lucky if you can catch one! 😉
"The kiss of life, the kiss of death"
tears of gratitude or hot and eager kisses
all these must be lived not imagined
but it is not given to all of us to know the suffering
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