I will let you rest, for now, laid between the memory and the desire.
Illusions are not in the purse I carry, a stitched sheet of eloquence,
taken from the tongue of elder and smaller gods that are best forgotten.
I will have the scales fall from your eyes and as dries the tears
that were born of the midwife of self-deception, you will know truth
before I know you. For I am not a player with the most dangerous flint,
the heart of a woman. I have seen too many sparks marked as shadows
when the race is over and the chase is won and no one really values the prize.
I will linger, at the very edge of your awareness, a curiosity hovering
between life and death and every breath you are suddenly counting.
Counting the mounting tensions that can only be resolved in clarity
of the charity of the first kiss and touch and surrender, real.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
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Explaining the Tags
You will note, gentle reader, that all works under this blog now display "tags" to help classify and assign the works for your review and enjoyment.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
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