

Dining with the devil Just him and meDining with the devil by ~NostalgiaOfMud
sipping tea and nibbling cakes
from Wedgwood plates
like dowagers: He is my friend,
a ready wit to understand and whisper
soft approvals. We never disagree.
He takes his payment
by degrees so small
I barely feel the loss.
There's comfort in the devil,
comfort in his voice.