possession

I know who this was to and about. I know he has publicly performed it, just once, at a tour of poets...and she was there and heard him read it and read her own works in the tour. I should have liked to have been there, just as someone who knows what was going on and would have enjoyed the scene. The poet has never been 100% happy with this work, but at the same time he acknowledges it is popular and passionate.

possession

I took possession of your flesh
like you took it of my heart.
driving deep within you,
my soul crying out with the feel
of your taking me in to spin
a pirouette of lover's sweat.
wet
and warm
and formless
except in that moment
when your eyes grew round as saucers
and you cried out as I touched a corner
you had not seen illumed
in a lifetime, or so.
and yet I go deeper,
lost in the passion you fashion
of my heart.
caught on the beauty of your eyes.
laying between your tender thighs
torn apart to take me in
and shield me in your yielding flesh.
I ride you to the edge of sanity.
and share with your that which is most intimate to me.
my vulnerability
you touched as you told me of your love
as I shoved back to meet your thrusting lips
that begged of me a taste of what I could not refuse.
I could not choose to look away
but stayed on course
as a piece of me tore free
and floated in fire and surrender
into you, lost to me forever.
but safe within you.
and I felt your flesh caress
me as I receded from the high tide
of my passion, lost in the warmth
of fluids mingled and nerves that tingled
with the aftermath
of two lovers joined at the hip
and at the heart.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.