memories of a Saturday

memories of a Saturday

I can close my eyes and see it all, recall
every touch and sound and taste we faced
with the shy arrogance of a passion complicated
by forces we could not leave in the next room.
you could not say the words to unbind me.
you came a great distance just to find me
and remind me that there is fire in desire
that is struck to spark and inferno when those
who have it in them to shed more than clothes
close the distance and take a risque risk.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.