Shared Repast

Curious me, I once asked the poet about the title to this poem. I figured it had to do with th shared feasting on the soul of lovers' in perfect symbiosis. Foolish me. It's a poem about oral sex. I'm not making this up. Wow, he gets subtle sometimes, doesn't he? As I am not familiar with the full body (laughing) of poetry on the topic of cunnilingus, I decided to ask no further questions.

soft repast

eyes tightly held as barriers against the light...
shutting out a smile drawing near enough
to touch, in soft repast,
and draw sustenance from a dance
drawing nearer and nearer
clearer and clearer
dearer and dearer
to an execution of a perfect pirouette
when hands touch faces
and the grace of a kiss
becomes metaphor for a touch
much deeper than a dream.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.