Inspired by Wallace Stevens' comment about poets being the "priest of the invisible", this 2005 work was a generic expression of repressed eroticism.
-----
break me down
take me down that shadowed path
where we once lingered,
daring fate to let us
touch
in ways shown sharing
in ways known caring
about what wordless whims
were communicated.
I can smell
your attar on my hands and clothes,
ancient faded memories
that I summon freely
heat
that feeds this fire
that feeds this desire
and when you shed your veils
I will enter the temple.
deity
and the temptress to my fall,
all I have I sacrificed
the price of your hunger
fed
to make me bleed
to take my need
and let me mark a holy scripture
in fingertips on your flesh.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.