In 2002, to his second wife, Ann (Leopard), the poet penned this tribute to desire and the human instinct for love.
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your sheen of sweat
whets my appetites
for the nights of incoherent light
merging into new colours.
hold tight to all my angles
and I will intersect
memories you did not know you were capable of.
but dimly saw in a fantasy rendered
in colors of solferino and pale blue.
sound for me that song again,
the one with only rhythm and words
that work only in the context
of satin and silk and scents that went
straight to the ancient brain.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.