The Devil Hunts Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

shuddering, I lay
in a panting moment's lie
loving the Devil

before, somewhere he
laughs, taking me to the bed
pins me under wing

he smiles in fury
he disappears down in me
he grabs me, near there

a goddamn tease he
offers me a talking deal
always he'll be near

Calling out my name
watching me softly always
sees, knows, captures; me

softly teasing me
about our moments before
shuddering panting

and he hurts so good
he and me, and the contract
somewhere fury hurts

and he always hunts
loves and laughs and hunts Humans
for his love making...

funny that came out
Hell's advocate, loving me
shuddering panting