Empyrean She-Devil

I call you rapturous,
you disagree, “I'm dangerous.”
Maybe I'm vivacious;
or you're just delirious.
All I know for sure is,
that you make me anxious.
You say you are vicious,
and I think that it's precious.

I must be Celestial,
in your presence.
You are paradisiacal
in your essence.
I am language,
you are fluent.
I am Anguish
recklessly ebullient.

You are my infuser;
my hearts beleaguer.
When those lips speak
I can't make a peep.
You paralyze my eyes
and tantalize my thighs.
This is my final ride
as you leave me pulverized.

by Jody Pratt
Words In Motion 2014