Obsession

This one IS a Fields of Arbol work, given in inspiration to me by a delightful piece of work by Jenny Marie, whose sharp sense of humour and irony allows me to give a little tap back at the people we have known in our lives who were so full of themselves they considered their very existence a gift and privilege to those who they allowed in their lives.

Obsession

look at me. look at me. have you ever seen
so perfect a vision of beauty and delight?
does it not melt your heart, blind and bind sight
to see me before you, hovering somewhere between
heaven and a higher order of heaven, your soul
mine to command, your flesh pounding in lust
as you imagine all that you would do if just,
if just you gave me all I demanded, your heart to my control?
look at me. look at me. am I not the goddess
you have dreamt of all your life to fill your night
with perfect pleasure, your days with a bright
pride at having me at your side, to bless
mere mortals with the vision of your bliss?
and when I do allow you to touch me,
can you imagine all you can do for me,
as I reward you by very presence, a kiss
that is nearly contemptuous of your fire?
your obsession? your consuming desire?


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.