Wednesday, January 06, 2010

washing stone

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the iconography of beauty expresses you,
soft gemstones of flesh and hair and the air
the carries to me the scent of you
like music to an ancient brain where pain
is soothed by the sooth of the vision
of you, brazen innocent and warm to the touch
that communicates so much, but is not enough
to ease my interminable longing for someone
made of the soft gemstones that have been freed
by the currents of time and tears, washing stone.


William F. Devault. all rights reserved.

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