pink jade/warm breath stirs soft flesh warm breath stirs soft flesh and feathery hairs disused to such sensations, embers stirred from a fire long forgotten or never caught. kindling left untempted by the tongues of flame and sparks in darkness, begging. wordless words that commune a tune noted more for harmony than melody, tempo'd tempting in fingertip concussions, soft and subtle subtext for the next thunder under a heaven obscured to eyes closed to feel the storm, warm and sudden. cleansing memory of emotions misplaced for the moment as we taste a feast released in senses awakened in the depths of the plutonic. an irony of purity and hasted chastity in unworn corners of hearts parted by the sheen of the unseen silence. there are more to explorations than explanations of the purpose of our propositions. fair and feral you are, a scar upon many hearts that misplayed their part in bidding with copper for gold and mithral. here, here is the familiar stranger, danger only if the door is left open for dreams. the room will not recall your name. the sheets will fold away your holy oils, raised to a new alchemy by a fusion in which confusion and illusion played roles rolled out in soft surrenders and vague victories against the horded hoards of passions. we will be but memories of uncertain times. you will leave within me a shadow. a shadow which does not fade in light for I own my own dark corners and I will feed it and seed it and bleed it for my own blood when the thin skin no longer holds high the horizon like Atlas falling to one knee with a groan. and it is my duty to your beauty to recall. copyright William F. DeVault (wfdv). for Jade. used by Permission |
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