A Date On Devil Night

The smell of petrol in the air

A Devils kiss is for those who dare

While stars above compete with flames of red

Incantations fuse into thoughts I once read

Symbols, carvings, scars and brands

They come to life across this land

Masked demons walking hand in hand

As fire feeds the flames of history

‘Is it trickery?’ She whispers mischievously

And I grin and try to think of something…

Sparks of darkness reap the twilight

While fairy lights fight with all their might

and lose…

The evening is ours

Seduced by the warmth of fire

Allowing us to indulge in each others desires

Hearts and flowers while the horizon burns

Fires reflected in the windows of the night

Where the day is truly lost to the mischief and chaos

And the night celebrates with screams of rockets and flares

Darker and without care

Like us as we tear at each other to explore new skin

The excitement and smell of original sin

On top of skeletal structures

Concrete bones that reside over the city

Hard against the softness of you

Stood smiling, loaded with devilment and sitting pretty

On our multi-storey world

Doused in shadows of red, cyan, purple and blue

Saturating the beast that makes me and you

Possessing each other upon a roof

Our blood making noise while our hearts seek the proof

Of a spark amongst the smell of gunpowder and gasoline

Falling from the sky while I reflect in eyes of blue and green

Until flesh takes flesh under a firework sky

Digital voyeurs may watch from lifeless eyes

Recording us to never fade away

In prisms of electricity we will stay

Prolonging the impulse and urgency of lust

Sated in the heat of flame, ash and dust

We sit and watch over the slumbering streets

It’s long past the witching hour as they ready for trick or treat

I ponder with a bottle in my hand

You in the other

While our demons shoot rockets at a threatening sun

Tomorrow is Hallowe’en but we have already begun…

The dark is our beacon

As we insist on remaining despite the threatening light

This is our night… Devil’s night.

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