The Devil

The Devil comes into the bedroom 

she is dressed better than me

she’s wearing my favorite pants

that don’t fit any more

and she lays beside me on the bed

the better to whisper in my ears

but somehow the cat hair 

doesn’t stick to her 

uncanny black slacks.

She puts on different faces

coming in as a prettier version of me

is just one of her digs

she can make the cat purr 

when she pets him

though I’m the only one that he loves 

so I don’t even want to know

what she’s out there doing 

to people.

She is a temptation machine

she smells like desire in the morning 

and the best brownies you can imagine

and a little bit like a hot engine 

and she leans in

trying out her latest and best ideas 

to see which ones

I can’t help but listen to.