The Seduction Of Eve By Satan Circa 1846-Present Poem by Lowe Loup

You whom all things gaze upon- admire my oak casked opulence, liquefied amber, gestated for months, now swirling in serpentine glass; all things thine. Listen to me, hear my icicle whisper- embrace me – accept me into your body, let me enflame you. Love my burn and kiss me. Make your face at me; curl lips back and squint your teeth. Feel my desire in your chest. Smile with your gentleman’s skin and your diseased pigment. Take a second, connect my shell to your vessel and give me your legs. Dance with me, stand on my toes- show me your passion’s movement. Find your Self, lost in my soul- don’t rush the process. Let me unstrangle your tongue; greet me as your muse. Make love with me slowly, take my essence into you with care. Don’t cast me away—I would never harm you, you are my master. I will give you knowledge- It’s just a process: everything is.



(for Jack)