diamond cuts diamond

This poem was inspired by a self-portrait of Ukrainian photographer, artist and model Mariya Andriychuk, my friend and muse, and some comments she made to it, regarding the feel of the sun upon her skin. I love this photo, and even if it is a bit mature for this site, I couldn't help but ask her if I used this poem may I use the photo as well. I have carte blanche to use her works, but I always consider it good manners to ask. Please, do enjoy.

And I have done enough works inspired by the works of Ms. Andriychuk that I am promoting her out of the Fields of Arbol and into full muse status.

diamond cuts diamond

the light dances across familiar terrain.
your skin in the window
calling forth the golden lover
bound forever by the laws of nature
to stand at a distance
but able to draw pleasure from your beauty
and return some small measure
in the tongues of warmth and comfort
it plays and lays upon your shoulders
and breasts and back and face and legs
caresses from a not-indifferent lover
but one bound like Prometheus
to an aching fate while all the while
craving the touch of your hand
and to seek new places to play and lay
and hide itself away, to only give comfort
to you, that you may know the intimacy
you inspire in the desire of the sun.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.