a refreshing sip that slips between lips
parched by exposure to lesser confections,
raised in desperation. no more. no more.
the colours swirl and the girl transfigures
like a prophet in a Cecil B. DeMille movie,
but not to the purposes of anything less
than earnest desire. beauty captured
and the thirsty soul raptured in the moment
when the first taste is taken, and embraced.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Inspired by G., as she is pink lemonade.
Friday, May 15, 2009
pink lemonade
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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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