Romantique

Considering the personal Holy Day that the poet makes of November 1st (if you know his rationale, it is actually quite romantic) you know I had a struggle picking today's masterwork.

As the poet would say, "Enjoi".

Romantique

I touch you within a light, consumed and consummated
in a divinity relegated to a cliche wrapped in an enigma.
bitter herbs of a passed over past, the angel of life awakes,
taking me to a new evocation of demons as I reach within you
with etheric hands, unwinding like funeral shrouds to touch
the dead skins of trophies of fading dawns reborn and reborne
to the Suttee pyres where the survivor is expected to die
with the dead. and I said your name, the way you like to hear it,
with honest passion and a promise of healing tears to come.
and they emerge from an unexpected quarter to flood senses
already overcome with a truth that at very least, I shall never
relinquish to false memory for the purpose of the mocked dead.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.