Dancing with the Devil

I have done the waltz with the devil,  his feet move like rain. He swept me off of my feet and spun me until I felt no pain. He asked me to dance with a gracious upturned hand,  I was only so young as I moved to stand.  You see, I danced with the devil and something in me smiled, I had never been so open I had never been so wild.  I felt no obligations dancing with such a lover there were no tears in my eyes, no scars too sacred to cover. I tiptoed with the devil until midnight called me home, where I dreamt of my dancer and didn't feel so alone.

 

Reviews

[Nebula]

The delicious melody of hell
A dance without touching the ground
Dark and beautiful

[Chris]

I admit - the title drew me to this one.

...and the words, flow, depth, and their tones kept me ...here

[Ally Ann]

I try my best to keep people interested, so I am glad you wanted to stay and read. That is all I could ask for!

[Ariana Omnomnom]

This poem flows so well and I feel I can relate very well to it. The concept of dancing with the devil and feeling free is something I've always related to due to the nature of the way my life has progressed. I liked this a lot. A lot of my older poems speak about inner demons, ones I had written when I was severely depressed. They are still some of my favourites to revisit and reread.
This is going into my favourites and I will be exploring more of your profile.

[Ally Ann]

In many ways this poem is a reflection of the times that my depression was at its worst. I understand where you are coming from. Thank you for your comment!

[Ariana Omnomnom]

You're welcome ❤️