there is a shadow of red that covers me
and swallows me up in the night.
blood in a thousand forms that each blossom
like sprigged mistletoe, parasitic and beautiful.
I am darker now than I have ever been,
I just hold tighter the leash I dare not slip
that I might not trip into the darkness, howling
like a feral beast on track for a fleeing meal.
the smell of you is perfume and provocative.
I am sane here only by restraint and practice.
I will trade my cool white for your warm red and draw
my nourishment from you in tender atrocities.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
the curiosity of crimson things
Labels: 2010, various shades of red 3 observations
3 observations:
Powerful lines! But how are you traveling & writing on your blog?
Your book release is imminent! Where will you be on the 19th?
I did post a comment earlier, as well.
About how powerful your lines are, but my comments seem to disappear!
Because of spam and vandal comments, I had to go to system where I approve comments and if I don;t check often enough, sometimes they just sit in the bin for hours (or days). My apologies.
I will be in Washington, DC on the 19th when the book is released.
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