A Love Note to Lucifer

Drought.

A flaming cross, the sun,
that brands my eyes with red crevices;
corals in a sea of salt.
These silvery hemispheres have but
known the Star, a burning cross.

Won't you dive, Lucifer,
dive into these trenches and find Red?
Won't you find blood?

Come, conjure a flood;
wake the dead sea
within me.

O Prince of Darkness,
O Anonymity-
I worship thee, I worship thee.

Tempt the tides to rise;
seduce the seabed,
this breast that heaves not,
this heart that grieves not.

Bring me the fruit to kiss,
deceive me. Hiss
to me the sin that will be my undoing.

Come to me, my bête noire-
let us fall.
Let us fall in love and be fallen.
We belong to the Underworld.