|HIGH SEDUCTION: A DIALOGUE
By Bill Racicot Demoness -- Child of the moonlight, why do you sing so Harshly? Why play so base a lute? In truth You play so beautifully that one forgets The instrument's nature; yet perhaps you Would like to play my golden dulcimer? I should lend it for so small a token As a kiss -- Why do you flee so? I mean You no distress. Am I, then, so ghastly? Do you not find me attractive? Raphael, I long to feel your legs upon my own. Archangel -- My song makes bitter refuge In this, the house of fallen Stars and swollen leprous gods. The very air is pungent With tawny smells. Ah, Lilith! Your breath is sweet as sunset. Let me welcome your embrace -- Your golden pipe shall replace My ruined voice; my tender Throat aches so! Yet your forked Tongue heals all men's wounds, my love.