Written in 1997 while driving down Lincoln Boulevard in Los Angeles, to the totem-muse the Panther, this piece reflects the poet's belief that the relationship has a spiritual element that will transcend the issues obstructing it.
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I kiss the beauty of your complexities.
your scars are a familiar terrain
to my lips, cut as they have been
a thousand times for greater
and lesser crimes unpenanced.
I do not doubt your beauty
and in the arms of the dragon
you fit like a gem in the forehead
of a smiling Buddha, alive and dreaming
of new winds yet to blow and yet
you seem to know where, if not when
they will take you, make you
all that you are already in the arms of the Dragon.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.