A Dark Liqueur

The poet wrote this little introspection of the effect a young woman of his acquaintance had on his hormones. I never met her, but she must have been something. As I understand it, this was not Arachne, but the totem-muse he christened "the Lady of Pain". There are only a few pieces about her, but they are irrevocably erotic in an abstract manner.

A Dark Liqueur

and through cool and cruel vermilion lips
the web is woven. the huntress sips
a dark liqueur. paradise and paradox,
the shadow forms only with light and walks
away, dissolving in the dark. to taste
the softness with a hunger not in haste
but in reverence and focused passion held
and commanded by a mind set against a legion swelled.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.