~the Whispers Of Lucifer~

I have been awakened by unsolicited poems that are lettering themselves inside of my sleeping brain. Not once or twice, but regularly lately, I have been visited by the whisperings of a charming literary fiend. The enchanting verses that he whispers to me in the semi darkness are like salty kisses on the platform of an otherworldly train depot. I get a sense of his impending departure, I reach for him, I sigh, and I smile, when I open my eyes, he disappears. His amiable words leave with him. He is playing with me. He is a teasing demon, I call him Lucifer.

hillbillycrone hillbillycrone
56-60, F
1 Response Feb 10, 2012

Thank you! Sorry I did not see this until now.....:-) I will.