The devil is a handsome man.
He beckons, eyebrow raised
in shameless invitation so seductive
one can’t help unbar the door and,
opened wide, invite him in.
But the devil sports a forkèd tongue,
one part honey, smooth and sweet.
He plies it well ‘cross skin parched,
dry and juiceless, from long years of neglect.
But you must remember this:
just when one relaxes,
savoring those silken strokes
so welcome to your hungry soul
out flicks the other, now revealèd,
bathed in acid tart enough
it flays flesh from frail bones,
destroying any surety of comfort.
So take the honey if you must,
but don’t forget:
for every prick of pleasure and delight
you’ll pay with pain.
Yes, you’ll pay dear for what you take.
© 2013 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
The price of pleasure.