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a patient presence bears memory on lips and hips
and something slips into your sentience, precognizant.
the smell of jasmine and honeysuckle and rose petals,
crushed and thrust into the air by carefree hands
in a measured chaos towards an expression of joy.
ecstatic and eclectic the sparks fly and catch
the tender tinder of hope, as we grope towards the light
that cannot be seen in the day, playful senses
stripped by the grip of the feral and furied purity
of an inadvertent prayer made in worship of your heart.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.