
Satan in white
I wouldn’t mind you being angry with me,
I wouldn’t mind you turning your back on me,
I wouldn’t mind missing an eye contact with you,
I wouldn’t mind you not talking to me for days
or trying hard, with all your might, to keep me away.
I wouldn’t mind; no, I wouldn’t.
I wouldn’t mind you leaving me all alone
in this dark world that everyone loathes;
I wouldn’t mind you replacing me again,
I wouldn’t mind you ignoring me all over again.
Darling, I wouldn’t mind the absence of your body or your flesh
but I wouldn’t want the absence of your soul,
for it’s entwined with mine and mine’s entangled with yours,
suffusing the moonlight from within; through the beautiful scars, carved.
I wouldn’t mind anything honey, but this,
because the soul has our memories inscribed.
And I don’t want others to read
’cause when the soul writes even the hell cries.
