The Holy Lady*

The Holy Lady

The holy lady
Dancing with the devil
In the night
lighted by the
Glowing coals of his eyes.

A chance meeting
By chance
A raffle
At the soufflé brunch

He smiled at her graciously,
And quietly said
You have spinach on your teeth

And gratefully she ran her tongue
Around the rack
And smiled back

The devil smiled again
To himself
Shook his own hand
In self congratulation.

"Are you better now? More oriented?
Ready to take on the sun dress crowd?"

Spinachless, spineless
The melting holy lady
Puddled around
And roundly replied
"If I said I didn’t love you then I lied."

As the devil intensely focused his stare at her
Her eyes swallowed his sparks
became caught in her brain
and forced a mind cough
resulting in rising nipples
and a teasing liquid between her legs