crimson release

would you have me drink of you?
my shattered, tattered soul cries out
to pierce you with fierce hunger,
sharing my flesh and fluids as I take
my time, withholding nothing.
trading white for red and having said
the proper and improper oaths
as I taste even the trace elements
you have hidden away, to be discovered
only by a lover willing to be bright
as the light within you and as dark
as the stark fury of your surrender
to the ceaseless release of immortality,
brought and bought in little deaths
shared between ancient souls, merging.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.