Dining With the Devil

Dining at the table of Beelzebub,
                I wonder,
                                wistfully,
if this steak is undercooked
                or
if my tastes have simply shifted
                from raw
                                to well-done.
“Never mind the meat my dear friend,
                                have a glass of wine
and wonder no more.”
So do I do and notice the
                lovely bouquet of flavors
                emanating from my glass.
“Of course, my dear friend!
                This is my own personal
                recipe. Drink and be merry!”
Glass after glass I consume, end upon end;
over
                and over again. Until
colorsmeld and sounds echooo.

The party goes dim
the guests disappear
and
my Host
                and I
                                are alone;
                at last.