Devil’s Kiss

It 

would be remiss 

of me - and so I will comply 

there is 

no missing the 

Devil’s kiss upon my nape 

no-one 

escapes those tempestuous tentacles 

of devilry - their reach 

exceeds the mind’s 

span which grapples 

vaguely - caged 

in misgivings vituperated 

by the hatchets of Satan’s 

skilful wield 

and I hide 

behind a shield of dreams - it 

was mistakenly applied - 

how, or why, had he 

selected I - not even one 

of the band of chosen cream 

until I see the whole 

room reeling awry - and now I 

think I understand 

© 29 March 2018