Devil Dreams (Prose...but true story)

Devil Dreams

I awoke again after dreaming of devils

and worse yet I was one the main one

and I saw the good people of the world

and it was my job to make them bad

and I got bored tooling around the world all invisible

and although your private pain brought you tears

I saw you being kind

and making yourself vulnerable

and reaching out

and loving those that were already mine

and I said “no way” when I saw this

and I had no body

so I got one

and I came down here and I met you

and I tortured you where you could see me

but you didn’t care…

you just looked at me with those eyes

those eyes that are the kind of blue

that Tahiti wishes it had and said,

“I love you.”

And now I am disarmed.

So I am going to lose this body someday

and I am taking careful notes because one day

I will stand in front of the One who makes it all happen

and I am going to march right up there, sister

I mean I am going to the front of the line

I am not going to be a “good citizen”

I am taking cuts

Because I am going to look god in the face

and I am going to recite how much you’ve gone through

and I am going to tell he/she/it to knock this shit off

and I mean RIGHT NOW

because you are the best thing that I have run into on this floating ball of rock

and you are the closest thing to what I felt

when my mother’s milk was running down my cold throat into my warming tummy

and you are the closest thing to what it feels like

to be a puppy cradled by a 4 year old boy on Christmas morning

And you are the kind of good that makes all the bad say “whatever”

and throw up its hands and walk away kicking rocks…

And you are…

just…

you…

and I love you…

and I always have…

and in my dreams

I came here

a devil

just to meet…

You.

--Aspen
2010