Past the Pillars

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Past the Pillars

I would see if my imagination
did well to place
the scent of flowers in your hair,
soft and sweet, like your lips,
confection of a perfection as a process,
much like our lovemaking,
expressing what is right and real and full of feeling incandescent.

I should like to find
the sound of your breath late at night,
you having just passed from this dream
into the one I can only guess at,
but I hear you say my name, gently,
and I am content that the shadow world
feels much the same to your heart and body as this one does,
whisper and wolfram in turns, as your needs dictate.

I will like to hold you.
Not so tight as to frighten you,
but to enlighten you that I am not here for me,
but for you and all you are willing to share,
thrilling me with your confidence and grace.
Face to face for as long as you would have me be.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.