there are so many different ways to say pure;
the essence of purity is a dreadful beast
lithium glazed eyes-she speaks  
"you are not clean."
sin is not something she knows of and she never weeps red
so her judgement is pure. she is not aware of the fire.  
the fire that blazes below. below her belt. below the ground.

he spots her. she sits on the white.  
clarity flows from her veins. her mouth curves fall with grace.  
and they speak.

the devil.  
an angel.
they speak.

the heat is in her skin now; she can feel the pulsing
hiding her desire
her eyes betray her.  
this is the line. the line where heaven meets hell.
they touch; a spark
pulls her in close
her beating heart is between her thighs

and it must be true. that the devil is a fallen angel.
because the recession of this angels purity was abandoned when she saw him.