Devil Angel

A remarkable bit of art by fantasy artist David Bollt inspired this entry into the Fields of Arbol.

Devil Angel

bless me with your dark caresses
as your tresses touch more than my flesh;
weaving deep, as I sleep, within my soul
and shell, invoking Hell with pleasures
I can only imagine for now, manifested
in the prayers you have infested with doubt
that there is anything more to heaven
than your touch and the surrender I give
to your warm form. your wings and legs
spread to my bed, my head wed to lust,
dust no longer something to fear.
to be near you, that is resurrection.
I would merge with you, the urge to
lose myself inside you, pride in my fall,
but no shame, and only myself to blame
for wandering too close to you, in desire.
consume me as I bloom to your fire.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.