Wet, Under a California Sky

The poet emailed me this last night and said post it. He said it has to do with a hot tub and someone named JJ.

Wet, Under a California Sky

I want to see you glisten in the moonlight in the dark
and feel your subtle hunger being fanned from but a spark
to listen to your urgings as you yield to my desire
and plunge myself with fury to the center of your fire.
I want to violate you in the pleasantest of ways
to give you memories that take you slyly through your days
until the evenings, once again, you lay beside me, bare,
and take your fill of all my skill as deeply as you dare.
And I will play the the counterweight to sorrows you have known
that you may not lay down your heart again, sad and alone.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.