Written in early 2008, this is considered a work to the abstract totem-muse Abstra.
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skin to skin
where do we begin
to explore the roaring silence
that has done violence to our natures...
tasting the back of your neck
as my hands slide down
slender hips to
grip
your thighs
and pry from them
an admission
of what you want from me
if only for a few uncomplicated hours
as the flower seizes me
and drinks from me my nectar
to seal me
into your universe
a curse of pleasure treasured
that I shall not soon
or ever
forget
or surrender
to time
and I will worship your flesh
as an offering of your spirit
with my hands
with my lips
with my tongue
and the way my hips
intersect with yours
at the moment you most
want to feel
like we are
like we are
like we are
whispering our vows
in a language
only understood
when you cry out
my name
as a blasphemy
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.