Imagine what he would write like if he actually did drugs? Scary. Here's a rather inwards cyncial look at romance and seduction.
Tip for Tap
tip for tap. the crush and thrust of contact made,
displayed, paraded in a prayed-for instinct of distinction.
run red, the heart is bled.
run red, the heart is bled.
and all that I have said
is to get you into bed.
chaste chasings on the framework of folly, ornate
to innate feelings. irate thought censors sent packing.
run red, the heart is bled.
run red, the heart is bled.
and all my passions, dead,
awake to mourners, fled.
crimson lips to solferino folds, gold to the barter,
the starter's pistol for my heart discharges rainbows.
run red, the heart is bled.
run red. the heart is bled.
and these thoughts are all wed
by a weaving of romantique's thread.
tip for tap, the crush and thrust of contact made,
displayed, paraded in a prayed for instinct of distinction.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Tip for Tap
Labels: 2002, erotica 1 observations
1 observations:
<< Imagine what he would write like if he actually did drugs? >>
EJ,
Have you had the chance to read any of his old Top Ten lists?
Funny, when I read your intro I couldn't help recalling the same thoughts. Some of his finest work occurred on a few of those off-the-cuff Sunday nights.
Thankfully he doesn't need the help. Muses work well enough.
Twist
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