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2009
Flashes
of light.
The night passes
uneventfully for most,
trapped between life and death
for threescore and ten
on the average.
But I
am not
looking for the
average life and death
having seen you pass
in flashes of light.
Crimson,
your lips.
Colours blossom
in fantasies you create
like a goddess of desire
who will feed on me
and my graven prayers.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
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.
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