blossoming into the night

blossoming into the night

and so you feel the warmth upon you.
without.
within.
radiating in incandescent thirst.
cursed and blessed with the hollow feeling.
that there is something.
something for you,
out there, in the pagan greylight.
and so there is.
if you are patient.
and cautious.
and daring enough to seize with both hands
and take into yourself.
all the way.
into corners never touched
except in red red dreams of passion
that fires every nerve and arcs
like lightning as you arch your back
and writhe, impaled,
on a promise of heat.
a victoried defeat
of the questions.
fulfilled in slow, hungry strokes.
of a lover that loves you.
for more than the ride

copyright William F. DeVault (wfdv). for Alisha.