Venus (Alexandra)

the wind whips by and I
am lost in the moment
as she stands there
her hair like a banner
on some glorious parapet
celebrating her victory
over all men
all men desire her
for she is beautiful
and confident
and the wind reminds them
of the curves of her body
and the fullness of her lips
and the fire she holds inside
as she walks, arrogant,
knowing a thousand men
will dream of her tonight
and despair of ever
touching such beauty.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

For my new muse, Alexandra.