A Passion, Unrelenting

A mystery piece, in that the author only dedicates it to "a lover, rediscovered". Knowing that he rekindled his correspondences with both Brigit and the Selke in the aftermath of his divorce, I will assume we can narrow it to either of those fine ladies, but he has of recent become more difficult to press for details. For an interesting take on this work, listen to his podcast of October 29, 2006, which is available at Radio City of Legends, where he does two very different productions of this work.

A Passion, Unrelenting

If time was to my bending
and hearts were to my mending
then I would be with you this night
reweaving intimacies now frayed.

For love and passion do not end
but sometimes lose their way, my friend,
and in us there is so much right
to earn our truth in hearts displayed.

So let the fool and critic roar
and let the clouds of cold rain pour
while we are lost forevermore
and find ourselves here, unafraid.

To find ourselves in token kiss
that pulls us into ardent bliss
when skin becomes the currency
of bartered, battered hearts we bring.

Take me in and share the touch
that, once surrendered, means so much
in fires thrust where we cannot see
but feel an honest kindling.

We shall seek and slake the thirst
that by our sins we have been cursed,
but offer actions unrehearsed
to prove a passion unrelenting.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.