Cut Me

This new work has been featured on the poet's blog, but I fet it was so potent and popular I had to tap into it. Written as an expoure of the poet's darker erotic side to his muse Jaz, it has tapped into a Goth sensibility in his fanbase and, since his release of the dark rock recording of it on January 7th, through his blog at cityoflegends.blogspot.com has received unprecedented attention.

Cut Me

cut me
cut me in my sleep
not too deep
just enough to see the welling red
bow your head
and drink my life
in tender sips
through tainted lips
and with gentle laps
of your soft warm tongue

cut me
cut me deep
in my sleep
so you can taste my iron
like a fantasy of Byron
dark you kiss
as you lick me dry
and then you try
to wake my cooling frame
so I might hold you in your pain

cut me
cut me with your blade
for memory made
when I have made you bleed
in feral need
to plunge my seed
deep inside your shell
my passions swell
when I feel you drink
and know your darkest lust


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.