Two Steps Closer To Hell Poem by David Lewis Paget

Two Steps Closer To Hell



Have you crept off into the darkness,
Have you hidden yourself in your spell,
Is your world the world of starkness,
Are you two steps closer to hell?
I felt you throw off the purple quilt
As the night came down as mist,
And take the stairs in a rush, full tilt
As you called out, ‘Please desist! '

Your legs had flashed on the stairwell,
Your thighs stark white in the hall,
When only minutes before I'd had
You pressed tight up by the wall.
I sipped and bit at your lower lip
As I raised your face for a kiss,
But pressed up tight by the hallway light
I could see your eyes resist.

Your spell is the essence of madness,
I find myself at your feet,
Is love this impossible sadness
Like a gourmet meal, replete,
I watch you dance when the Moon is yolk
And your mantle twirls and flares,
At night, in front of the gentle folk
You delight in their naked stares.

You never like to be seen by day
The light of the sun is harsh,
You're more content to be naked by
The dwindling light of the stars,
I don't know whether you'll come to me
It's much too early to tell,
I asked you once, and you said you'd be
Just two steps closer to hell.

26 February 2016

Thursday, February 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: horror
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David Lewis Paget

David Lewis Paget

Nottingham, England/live in Australia
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