Somewhere, Sometime Nobody Will Know

[poetry_zealot]

when the devil whispers
through closed lips,
and god forgets to respond,
come find me in my
log cabin lost in the woods.


there, i’ll set a fire to
a miniature birch grove
settling in my fireplace:
crimson flames will gently lick
white phosphorus off dismal bark.


i’ll invite you to sit
in the embrace of an open
iron maiden, loving the silence
between the unspoken words
set alight by drifting sparks.


we’ll stay there til the cabin
breathes its bated breath;
til the woods shudder and flee
from the starving rim of oblivion;
til we teeter on an edge we can’t see.


then, we’ll laugh like we’re
one step behind the past
and blame the pitiful ashes
on a stray dream passing by,
riding a still breeze.