Courtesan

The incredible Nicole West does these sculptures that are exotic, fantastic and lovely, and from time to time one of them inspires me to write...this is inspired by a piece of hers called "Courtesan Masquerade".

Courtesan

Liberate yourself and fly to points of light, hung in a sky
of indigo and blackest dust, that begs a silence of our trust
that we may lay in tempted fall, behind the battlemented wall
where we may share a secret sin. What leaves with us we hide within.

For there are none who know for sure, what slip'd dreams we must endure,
to dare to bear more than mere skin, beneath our membranes, thin
with sorrow, unexplored, our laughs we hide behind the sullen wrath
that we cannot let slip by day. And moments like this fade away.

Where you have offered up the pain, that I may feel alive, again,
where epic falls adorn my crest, and fate from my hands yet shall wrest
illusions of a destiny or choices I had made for me, in voices
I cannot repent. And thus your touch is heaven-sent.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.