confession

The first poem the poet has officially acknowledged as being "not of Abstra". In fact, he admits this was a "manifestation" poem, wherein he was expressing the feelings of an affection for someone who was, at the time, unaware of his passion. The remarkable thing is she is now aware and in his life. What bright Amomancies are in motion?

confession

I would trade my white for your red.
My distance for your bed.
A kiss where e'er you've bled.
And I am yours, forever.

You hold me in your sphere.
I cannot flee from here,
from all that I hold dear:
And I am yours, forever.

Move closer in the cold
and fear not growing old,
our dreams, for time, are sold.
And I am yours, forever.

There is room for pain
that cuts against the grain,
but love, it shall remain,
and I am yours, forever.

I cannot promise fate
will open every gate,
and if I must, I'll wait.
For I am yours, forever.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.