two devils yearn for the boy beyond the door.
one waits in darkness, quivering like an
arctic mouth.
his swift feet are knotted in a ceremony of limbs,
his eyes sweep like sentries across pink ****** skin.

the other devil is a dream-dweller. often he deign
to appear as a cold teenage hand: precise and insistent,
smooth-fingered,
strong-palmed.
knuckles mucking in the mound.

"i can't escape because he follow me everywhere.
look, he arrive. just there. just there"