2005 poem to the abstract totem-muse Abstra. Fervently erotic.
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I want to enter you.
through your eyes, your ears, your pores.
and scores of other ways both
metaphysical
and pleasantly plutonic.
I want you to inhale my essence.
drink my soul.
feed on my joy
at the moment we lose our isolation
and find a way to merge, purging urges
that surge in couer rage waves that enslave us
to a rhythm unlike anything else
in all of creation.
I want to hear you breathe,
feel you breathe,
make you breathe
in rhythm with the rising and falling of
me
finding a safe harbor for my hunger
lip to hip we slip and grip
and find a language without words
to worship our redemption
from past castes we blast
to ash and retreating ridicule.
turning like into lust into love
and want into desire into need
that bleeds me until I wither
just long enough
to hold you in my arms and murmur
unveiled threats against your virtue.
then fulfill them.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.