beyond the feral symmetry

flesh and blood. I want it all, all of it, every pore
and sore, aching muscle throughout your hot, taut form,
glistening with sweat and regret we'll deal with no more,
for our greater regrets were in the hunger denied, warm
essence to the presence that existed when barriers fell
and we were one flesh, one mind, one inarticulate being,
speaking in whispers and growls and screams that swell
to echo off the walls that serve silent witness, freeing
us to like in the instant, where we are merged and purged
by the acts of the surrendered lovers, the feeling of you,
wrapped around me as I see how deep you are, encouraged
by your guttural sounds and gripping fingertips, that drew
me into you, to fill an ancient need beyond the poetry,
beyond the memory, beyond the feral symmetry.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.