To meet Mr. Old Harry

I did not believe that it would happen to me
to keep company with Old Harry.
Champagne and lustre and fragrance of “Gucci”,
Refined ladies and caviar…
Cocktail-party of elite, famous people,
In a chic hotel close to the city,
It was night as in a black womb
That was ready to fire the sin.
And into the restaurant, it was so hot there…
Because of the sounds, looks and vanity,
Everybody talked to somebody something
But nobody listened to anybody. Yes…

I was unattended but invited
by a mysterious stranger, unknown to me.
And I felt myself so important and lucky
to be a princess in that Palace.
I stood close to the door of a winter garden
And take up thirstily the World around me
When a gentleman went past me
like a puff of wind. I was charmed. Fatal attraction…
He was so handsome, unaffected and smiling….
In wonder I understand he called me
(just by a look) to enter with him in the garden.
I followed him, entered there and did not think
That it is unusual. The tone of his voice was so tender
And quiet... He told me –
“Baby, it is me.
My name is Old Nick, Old Harry, the Devil...
Everybody despises me, but everybody wants me.
I am full with money and temptations.
I am the Lord in shadow and the good God despises me.
I invited you here and the only reason for that is that I would like to own you.
I’ve done research all over the World
And understand you are the person who I need.
Only you in this snobbish, mad and merciless city...
Don’t tell me “No” because you would like this.
I can read your thoughts, I can enter there...
You are depraved but somehow clear after being wrong.
I heard if I have your body and soul,
I will be able to learn that little trick
And after I will become the most favorite student
And a friend of God again and for ever...”

I followed closely Mr. Old Harry,
Gave him a pat by a look, disdained him in my soul
and we made love after that.
Two trees blossomed in white
in the paradise garden.