Demon in White

Flames trickle and wave in brightly colored strands

of hair that flows to her small waist when she stands.

I long to kiss her red, fiery, radiant cheeks,

And be branded by her lips whose breath wreaks me.

With white pearls for teeth and an upturned pink nose,

Her gold-dusted skin glows behind modest clothes.

Alluring and tempting to peel off her dress,

Yet there's a scorching forge between her twin breasts.

Her perfume smells of thorny roses, stained red

in bloody crimson hue. Suffocating dread

of falling too deep in her pit of burning.

Hellish illusion. Her laughter is scourging.

To ache for her embrace is death in disguise.

She's far too perfect for all to realize

the treacherous serpent's tongue hissing sparks and lies.

I've escaped just once, with an inch of my life.

I'm far too scared of what lurks within my soul

to brave her fire; I might not emerge whole.

For men such as me, she's a demon in white.

For men she can't burn, on gold wings they take flight.

A, gatekeeper, guard, sentinel, and sentry,

You must embrace her inferno for entry.

The high shining golden gates, are locked up tight

And none may come unless they pass through that fire.

I fall to my knees and curse her in heaven.

My life and my deeds are all wicked leaven!

I can't risk the flames, or brave the blazing fire,

For all that I am is hay, bricks, and mire.