The Pit and the Passion

She held her gaze steady, mainly so she could delve deep, deep into those chocolate eyes. Together with his sharp, angular nose and intense, almost predatory, expression, he reminded her of a peregrine falcon on the hunt.

The Pit & the Passion

Wednesday, November 12, 2014


I look at the cloud-scudded skies and see shadows
Of heavy wings
Slowly beating away from me
The face is turned away
You go to greet Lilith the first wife of Adam
Then you turn back to me
Your wing-tipped hand slowly rises
As you take hers
And sink back into Hell.

A tiny flame flickers at the spot
And is gone.
What is that?
A booming laugh from heaven
God is satisfied that
I am inconsolable.

1 comment:

Flossie Benton Rogers said...

Wow, I love this. How stirring.