crucified

And they say I juxtapose the theological and the carnal? My collaborator Mariya gives us this photo, which seems to speak to so many of my works. This is one of the real joys of the Fields of Arbol, traipsing through the meadows, stumbling upon beautiful and surprising things that evoke and invoke emotion and the blossoming of words. I thank her for her inspiration and kindness. And I respond with my own Fields of Arbol work, inspired by the touch of hers,

crucified

worship me with more that your kisses
for I have had that shallow touch
and know the unreached depths cry "Martyr",
begging for more. for all. and still more.
worship me with more than your senses
for I have found the lost spectrum
deep inside me, crying out in crucifixion
to pain of taking less than what I need.
worship me with more than memory
for I have not gone anywhere
you cannot touch and kiss and sense
and I would be worthy of your prayers.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.