good right arm

For the woman I love.

good right arm

I want to be your good right arm,
snake charmer to your doubts and out
of nowhere show up (when it is convenient)
to sweep you off your feet, more
than a champion, more than a friend.
Blind in the mindfields, trusting your will,
believing in you when the moments are still
and the silence is deafening, a dense, wet regret,
measured in tears and fears and passing years.
A reward of purpose for a good right arm.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.