Flint for My Steel

A slightly erotic metaphor, you say? Slightly erotic. Hmmm. Tough call, there...let's see, no bananas, cucumbers, peaches, velvety, silky, wet, or even...ah, hell...let's at least get the requisite reference to hard, shiny metal, shall we?

Flint for My Steel

flint for my steel
can you feel
the sparks in the dark
angels, arc and arch
like your back
point of attack
as I track your joy
in pinpricks of light breaths
gone ragged in the shuddering
uttering of pleasant profanities.

pull away far enough
and you can see the sparks
connecting us in violet seconds
that reckon our destinies
perhaps in separate spheres
but with shared tears
of every taste
to wash away memory
for as long as you dare
play flint to my steel.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved

and, yes, thank you, this is the 100th post on this blog. Congratulations to all, especially me.