somehow, you are
the best and worst in me.

you whisper in my ear like you're an angel
telling me heaven's secrets
maybe that makes you
a demon

it wouldn't surprise me.
not with that wicked smirk you wear
or the way my fingertips
with sin
just from touching you

dear, azael,
how far have you fallen
and to what distance
will i be drawn?

i wish i could withstand your
astral touch
but take lust and an enemy still remains.