Monthly Archives: April 2013

Then I met Mephistopheles

Then I met Mephistopheles
He sat there by the fire
Smiling while my body burned
Watching the flames go higher.

Mephistopheles was my friend
My friend who was a liar
She said she’d love me till the end
But I incurred her ire.

He said he’d kiss me with his lips
So all would soon admire
The magic from his fingertips
Embrace me with their fire.

I loved you, Mephistopheles
Your stories and your lyre
You enchanted me with your hips
I’m burning with desire.

Mephistopheles was my friend
Some days she was my lover
He said he’d love me till the end
Then he went undercover.

© 2013 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.

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The wave

I know from where I’m coming,
but don’t know where I’m going.
I fearfeel the wave that’s humming
with heartlove overflowing;
and on the day of my birth,
my heartsong sang to me,
“Just be who you want to be –
you’ll soon be history.”

© 2013 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.