drawn me in
like breath, death in the small estate,
blood that floods into you to present life
in a scale suitable to your immutable beauty
and passion, ashen no longer, but red like petals
of a rose rampant, fragrant and supplanting lesser kisses.
drawn me in
and I will share the fire I have held back,
stacking dream upon dream upon hungers leashed
until I let slip your traces and our separate spaces
merge into an urgent one, sun of a new sky we celebrate.
for I fit within you like prayers into folded hands and hope.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Monday, October 20, 2008
draw me in
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