Saturday, April 17, 2010

in the hall of mirrors: thirteen

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sacred, shared air. purified by your touch
and kiss and the way your ankles lock around me
as the sealing of a covenant I will not break.
I will not forsake the truth of this moment
even when you have shelved the forevers born,
then torn away and borne away because the words
are read backwards in the hall of mirrors
and we are not as clever as we ever thought ourselves.
faith and fate that waits only for the next sucker
to play blood money on a fool's gamble that pays
in memories and a worthy prayer for the romantique.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

1 observations:

Anonymous said...

sacred, shared air, purified by your touch'- the very first line sets one in a trance, of love in the air!

3:29 PM

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