(S)exorcism

By Oby Tisdale

(S)exorcism

Written 2017-05-03

At night, I hold her

And whisper poetry into her ear

Like an incantation to

Calm her demons

Come morning, I ravage her body

Like an exorcism

To banish them while they sleep

She makes me growl so fiercely

It frightens hell to chills

Then the day is for sealing her

Wounds with kisses

As if they were promises

The devil made and I will break