From early 2009, a playful flirt of a poem.
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I won't enter you to center you
but to throw you off balance
that I might
catch
you as you fall, kisses and all
for the hero of the moment.
I'm here for the beauty of the chaos
as the wind spins round and round,
blowing your hair askew
and suddenly making you feel
like the center of creation.
I want to see you with five senses
as you body tenses and releases
an avatar of
you
that I might carry, burned into me,
even if you come to your senses and leave.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.