Some tripping wordplay for my lover.
this candidate
I deify this candidate, above all mortal flesh,
although I crave the comfort of our heated bodies mesh.
She's elegant and eloquent, enamorata born,
I find her most unique and to her bliss I am now sworn.
An oddity, this odyssey, has brought me to her door
from ways about and roundabout, across a crooked floor,
to find her open to my thrust, my purpose and my heart.
A miracle I find to bind two halves of hope, apart.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
this candidate
Labels: 2008, As such..., aubergine 2 observations
2 observations:
God, you're good. The tone bears a faint resemblance to Edward Lear... who, as you know, is one of my favourites. You, however, are my favourite. Hearing you read this was amazing, thank you, and 'wow'.
No, thank you. For the inspiration. I am a shadow of the light you shine, I am a sculpture of the craft of your heart. I am what is made of what you wish, my skill and art no greater than the heat of fires you forged me in.
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