35°C bath

I planted a blue-violet in my garden last night

and prayed that the devil would nurture it

like a baby,

I prayed that it would be filled with blood and hatred.

tonight I am dumbfounded,

tonight I digress

and tonight I remember those summer nights

and the room spinning non-stop.

I remember you kissing me,

I pray that I may forget that feeling

so that I don’t long for it anymore.

may the devil take the taste of your lips off of mine.

may he kiss me

with the sweetest summer wine there ever is

on his lips

and take you away from me

so that your thought doesn’t,

but the devils lips do

linger on my mind.