Written in 20110 as a reflection on several photographs by his friend Alexandra, this particular poem and picture received a great deal of response.
you dream of love in soft warm grass
that lays against your skin, the sun
a lover, my proxy to your kiss. warm
and supple, like your legs, your arms,
your lips that kiss wind that I would
were me, as you murmur frail passions
to a lover only there in dreams.
dreams that are of my flavour, favouring
the curve of your back, the bend
of your knee, the full and soft texture
of your breasts, pressed into me to hold
me, mold me to your form. the grass
whispers in the warm breeze an envious
sigh and I, I must echo it, too far away
for the touch or kisses or the feel
of those bare legs against my skin
pulling me into ecstasy in a lover's dream.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.